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vivwritesfics · 3 months
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No Need To Ask
Chapter Twenty - Playing Happy Families
The Norris' were a notorious crime family in the UK. One of many. With Norris, the head of the family, running operations with his son, Lando, they work to keep Y/N Norris, Norris' daughter protected. Life in a crime family wasn't something they wanted for her.
But with tension with one of the Spanish crime families rise, Norris and his now deceased wife come up with only one plan, offer their daughter to the Sainz's or risk an all out war.
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“Please, Carlos, I didn’t kill your father,” said Oscar. He still cowered behind Y/N, still used her to protect him from the wrath of her husband.
Coward, thought Carlos as he stared at him, his expression filled with fury.
Oscar was scared. Of course he was. He was merely a mouse facing down a lion. “What were you doing in my house, then?” Carlos asked, once again attempting to pull his wife closer. But Y/N stayed where she was. She wasn’t budging.
“I was doing work for Mark!”
“What sort of work?” Now, don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t entertaining this idea of Oscar on a mission for Webber. He couldn’t have been, not when everybody (including Webber) was compromised.
Oscar opened and closed his mouth several times. He couldn’t speak, not when he was oh so afraid. “Carlos, let him speak,” Y/N said, finally taking a step closer to her husband. She placed her hand on his chest and Carlos visibly deflated. For the first time in their marriage, Y/N felt like she had power.
When he did, Y/N turned to Oscar. “Go ahead.”
Oscar sucked in a deep breath. “Mark had me out renewing contracts for the weapons trade.”
“Why? Why did he send you in person?”
“Because I needed a distraction.”
“From?” Carlos’s questions came in quick succession.
Y/N looked between the two of them. It was like a game of tennis, the two of going back and forth.
But then Oscar looked straight at Y/N. It was clear, to Carlos, at least. And it infuriated him. He would have stood up, threatened Oscar with his fist, but Y/N still had a hold of him. And he didn’t want to do anything to upset his wife, his love.
“I believe him,” she said as she cupped his cheek. “I really don’t think he’d do anything to hurt us.”
But Carlos couldn’t accept that, not with the footage he had seen. He knew what his wife was saying, that Oscar wouldn’t have broken into their house or threaten them in any way while she was there. That Oscar cared for her too much.
Carlos let out a sigh. “Hand over any weapons you have,” he said and Oscar lifted up his suit jacket, revealing that he had no weapons on him. An uneasy feeling bubbled up in his stomach. In the video he had watched, Carlos had clearly seen a gun in Oscars hands.
“Why did I see you on my security footage?”
Oscar shut his eyes. He knew this was coming, and he knew Carlos wasn’t going to believe anything he had to say, but he said it anyway. “I watched the guys that broke into your house drive away. If I wasn’t on my own, I would have tried to stop them, but I had to get into the house, had to make sure Y/N was okay.” He struggled to look Carlos in the eye. “I saw Sainz on the ground and I had to check he was okay. Because, if someone can get to a head of family, then none of us are safe.”
Suddenly, Carlos fell against the wall. “Carlos!” Y/N gasped as he held onto her, pulling her with him. He looked at his wife, his pretty little wife. The woman that had been by his side through all of it. Not once had she complained as he kept her in this little cabin.
He reached towards her, pushing her hair away from her face. “Mi amor,” he said as he breathed out. “He died trying to protect us.”
Y/N threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him. Her head was against his chest as Carlos held her tight, more for himself than her.
It seemed, for just a moment, Carlos had forgotten that Oscar was there with them. Holding the back of Y/N’s head, he stared at the Australian man across from them. “I will tell Webber that I have you. We’ll decide what to do with you after that,” he said and let go of his wife, walking over to the laptop on the desk.
“I’ll make something to eat,” Y/N said and walked into the kitchen. Oscar followed her.
“You can take a shower, if you’d like to,” she offered as she turned on the stove, Oscar sitting at the table behind her.
He shook his head. “Later,” he said and shrugged off his suit jacket. “I… is Carlos going to kill me?”
Without meaning to, Y/N snorted. She let a laugh and shook her head. “No, Osc. I won’t let him,” she said as she filled the pot with pasta. Too much for three people, but Oscar had said he hadn’t eaten in a while. He was bound to be hungry.
“What happened between you and Carlos?” He asked and she turned towards him, confusion written on her face. “Last time I saw you, you hated him.”
Oh, that was right. She had, hadn’t she? She had hated him. God, that felt like so long ago, now. She couldn’t imagine hating him now. “I don’t know,” she answered as she began cutting up chicken and adding it to a pan. “Being trapped alone with someone really changes things,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong, Oscar. I don’t love him, but I could. I think I’m falling for him.”
“If you’re happy, then I’m happy for you,” said Oscar, incredibly mature of a twenty-two-year-old.
From the doorway, Carlos cleared his throat. Y/N and Oscar both snapped their attention towards him, waiting for him to speak. “I have informed Webber that you have made it to my safehouse,” he said as he leaned against the doorframe. “We have come to an agreement that if you anything goes wrong, Webber will dispose of your family.”
Oscar gulped. “What do you mean by that?”
“Don’t threaten my wife in any way, and you’ll be fine,” he said and walked back towards the laptop.
“See, you’ll be fine,” said Y/N as she plated everything up.
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Their already odd situation seemed to be even weirder, now. At first, Carlos wanted to force Oscar to sleep on the floor, treating him like a disease-ridden dog.
But Y/N didn’t allow that. She got whatever cushions and pillows she could and set up a makeshift bed on the kitchen floor for Oscar. She had given him a blanket and made sure he had something to drink before she and Carlos went to bed.
For the first week, Carlos insisted on locking the door through to the kitchen. He still didn’t completely trust Oscar, no matter what Y/N had said and no matter the threat that was looming over him. He kept his gun under his pillow, ready to stride whenever necessary.
But, as time went on, Carlos began trusting him more and more. He listened as Oscar and Y/N sat together in the kitchen, chatting around the kitchen table. He watched how Oscar was with his wife, sweet and caring but not in a way that would have him concerned.
It was like they were playing happy families, the boys getting along for the sake of Y/N.
After two and a half weeks, Carlos had to make a supply run. They’d managed to ration out the food for as long as possible, but they were running low, extremely low.
“Does anybody need anything?” He asked as he walked into the kitchen, looking between the two of them.
Y/N looked at Oscar. She stood from the kitchen table and walked over to her husband, wrapping her arms around his neck and standing on her tiptoes as she whispered something in his ear.
Carlos let out a gasp. He couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around her and spinning her around. He couldn’t stop himself from kissing her, closing his eyes as she leaned into him. “I’ll get some,” she said and kissed her again.
“Just don’t get your hopes up,” Y/N replied as she walked him towards the door of the cabin.
“I won’t,” Carlos said and kissed her again before he left.
After what she had told him, things were beginning to make sense for Carlos. His wife had woken up in the early hours of every morning to throw up. Carlos was concerned, but she was always feeling better as the day went on, telling him that it was just nerves.
It was hard not to get his hopes up, but this was what Carlos had wanted since he was twenty. It was a long time coming; the timing couldn’t have been more right. But it was also terrible, terrible timing.
He knew what he had to do, knew he had to get her back into the safety of their house as quickly as possible. But, was the house really safe anymore?  
The footage of the people that had broken into their home had circulated through the chat forum that had the other heads of families. They’d learnt it was the same group of people that had attacked them. They’d all taken the same thing: paperwork. Details of deals and crimes that they had committed. Their trading routes and what they traded, the money they made. Details of people in other families or people they were going to have killed.
If the authorities, those more powerful than the people the heads of family paid off, got a hold of that paperwork, they were fucked, royally, royally fucked. But Carlos couldn’t think about that right now. He was going to be a dad!
Maybe, he was maybe going to be a dad. He couldn’t let himself get his hopes up.
In the town, Carlos bought what food they would need. He wasn’t concentrating much as he grabbed what they needed. His fathers house still needed to be checked, but Carlos imagined the scene there would have been much the same as his house.
They needed to move, to find somewhere new to live. Somewhere with a lot more security, somewhere nobody would find them. Somewhere they could raise a child.
Carlos grabbed a three boxes of pregnancy tests. He got a proper pillow for Oscar and headed home.
It was strange, being outside of the cabin. Carlos had never felt so naked, so unprotected before. He didn’t feel vulnerable, per say. Not like somebody was watching him as he made his way back to the cabin.
When he walked in, Y/N greeted him immediately, jumping up from the kitchen table to run into his arms. “Did you get it?” She asked and Carlos nodded his head. He reached into the bag and pulled out three boxes of pregnancy tests. He placed them in her arms and watched as she ran into the bathroom.
In just a few minutes, he’d find out whether he was a father or not. Carlos busied himself with putting away the things he had gotten from the shops. He gave Oscar the pillow he had bought for him and waited in the kitchen for Y/N to emerge from the bathroom.
Carlos and Oscar hadn’t talked without Y/N there, not since the night of their wedding. “So,” Carlos started as he looked at the younger man.
“So,” Oscar replied, patting his thighs. The clothes he was wearing belonged to Carlos, but there wasn’t anything else for him to wear.
“When this is all over, would you go back to Norris or Webber?” Carlos asked as he got himself something to drink.
Oscar shrugged his shoulders. “Webber, I guess. He’s my boss, so, unless he sends me somewhere else, I’ll be with him,” he said, now scratching at his legs. He looked at Carlos, properly looking into his eyes. “I really am sorry about your father,” he said, and Carlos swallowed the lump in his throat. “I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy.”
Nodding his head, Carlos took a sip of his drink. Before he could reply with anything, Y/N ran into the room, at least three pregnancy tests in her hands. She held them up to Carlos, her expression not giving anything away.
Carlos took one of the pregnancy tests from her hands. Two little lines sat on the stick. With a shaking hand, he took another stick, this one also having two little lines. He grabbed a hold of the last one, also having two little lines.
He said nothing as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up. “We’re having a baby!” Y/N cheered as she wrapped her legs around Carlos’s waist. “We’re actually having a baby.” She was quieter this time, resting her forehead against his.
Carlos kissed her. It was long and slow and passionate. He refused to pull away until his lungs were crying out for air. “We’re having a baby,” he echoed as he walked out of the kitchen, kicking the door shut behind him. “We’re actually having a baby.”
He was so fucking happy.
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werecreature-addicted · 2 months
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It’s always been a fantasy of mine to be poly w/ multiple vampire partners (like dracula & his brides, but doesn’t even have to be dracula specifically). Just imagining being the next human they bring home to toy with and feed off before eventually turning <3 anyways love your blog!!
Imagine showing up on the doorstep of a large gothic castle, pathetic, sopping wet from the raging storm that caught you off guard. the place is clearly haunted, or at the very least, creepy as hell, but you have no other choice, nowhere else to go.
You're surprised when the man of the house opens the door for you instead of a butter or maid, but he invites you in to spend the night in his home with all the warmth and charm of a snake. You know something's wrong, you know you're a foolish little mouse, but what other choice do you have?
He insists you strip out of your wet clothes to let them dry and lets you warm up by the fire, he doesn't give you anything dry to change into so you awkwardly stand naked in front of the roaring fire, drying your hair and debating if it would be rude to rip down one of the grand tapestries to wrap around yourself when you hear a squeal of delight, you whirl around but no one's there.
Then, in a flash, there are three someone standing in the doorway to the room you're in, three beautiful women, all with ashy skin and blood-red eyes that stare at you hungrily. More snakes to come flick their forked tongues at the frightened mouse.
"Oh, you were telling the truth- a new toy to play with," one says.
"Told you, a pretty little thing all naked and ready for us, just waiting to be ripped apart," another says, clapping her hands together excitedly.
"Master didn't tell us about this one, maybe he wants them for himself, perhaps it would be wise to ask for permission," the third ponders. There is a flash of lightning through a nearby window momentarily blinding you, when your vision returns the man who let you in is there smiling.
"no my deers, go right ahead, have your fun," he insists, as if he'd been listening to the conversation the whole time. The three women pounce on you, even though they might appear frail and petite they are strong, much stronger than a pathetic little thing like you.
For the most part, the man of the house watches as his wives have their way with you, but the second blood is spilled he's on you too, taking his turn to break in the new toy. Even with four vampires biting and drinking from you, they won't kill you, that would spoil the fun after all and who knows. it might be more fun to keep you around for a long long, time
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blingblong55 · 5 months
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...Ready for it? -Vladimir Makarov NSFW
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Based on a request:
The lack of Makarov content here is killing me, I was wondering on a enemies to friends with benifits type thing with Makarov (he would be in a absolute denial that he even develop feelings for someone especially if it's his own enemy) --- F!Reader, dark romance, enemies to friends with benefits, smut, 18+, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, some fluff, knife!play, blood!play, MDNI ----
A/N: dear anon, its okay to love villains...they are hot either ways
Sworn enemies, forever to wish death upon the other. Unsuspecting eyes and hearts. Your gun, blazing as it hits his plate, "Fucking bitch," he calls out. You chuckle and shoot at him again, better luck next time, you wish to say. One goal: to dominate the underworld of evil. This is what life was like between you and him. Konni Group and the enemy, Kasper Team. Turn the light on and it's the same kind of killer on both sides, commanded by two fucking masterminds. The devil whispered his wishes to Vladimir, whilst Satan herself moaned the desires into your ear. Hate, absolute fucking hate is what you and he had for each other. 
He did some bad things in his life and fucking around with the mistress of evil you had become was the worst thing he did. A dagger, the same one that carved your name, is now in his hands as he makes his dogs sniff out your hideout. You teased him with every glance, you can never catch me, is all your eyes gave out. And oh boy was he after you like a hound. At every corner, his eyes looked for the silhouette of you. The curves and that evil grin you gave him. Lips he wanted to hear him beg for their life. 
It was June when you visited Poland for some hacker you sought after. That hacker belonged to him. In a world of evil, you always need some shit nerd to do your job. He sat on the desk, waited and waited until you walked in. Posing as the hacker was one thing but to have you in that room, alone was another. Dangerous, your glare on him said. "So, are you in?" You asked the 'hacker' but the one who turns to answer holds a gun. "Ask again, doll," he chuckles deeply and you shake your head. "Un-fucking-believable." Once he was in front of you, his hand went to your waist, "what's the matter? Don't want to dance with the devil?" His gaze teased yours this time. 
"Don't you fucking start, Vladimir-" and in that instant, he began the game of cat and mouse by kissing your lips to keep you quiet. Once he pulled away, he laughed knowing that for the first time, he kept your pretty mouth shut. "Now listen to me, you may think you are a step or four ahead of me but doll, you are playing with the wrong darkness," his hands grip your face now. "What do you want?" you bite. "The missiles and the codes for the safe houses," he responds. You try and look away but his grip is stronger. "Don't you fucking look away from me!" he barks. Then he feels it, the gun pressed to his crotch. 
"Don't you know you are playing with dangerous game here?" the gun pressed harder to him. "You think you can scare me? Darling a girl like you is a mere speed bump for me," his face and yours closer. "A dog like you is another bag of bones for me," your finger closer to the trigger. "They are here," one of his men informs. That stupid fucking task force. "Ivan, entertain them for me," he commands. From a distance, guns and screams can be heard. "Can't fight them off yourself?" you tease him. "Darling I would, but you are one messy girl who needs to be taken care of first."
"Let's make a deal, you give me 141's files and I give you three missiles." you write the demise. "Add a code to it and we have a deal. and what's with you and those men?" You nod in agreement, your gun back to its safe place. "Let's just say they are playing in the wrong backyard." He then nods and hands you a piece of paper, "Why don't we end them together, maybe then you'll be my only headache." You grin, "I want to be your migraine," your lips close to his and before he even dares to lean in, you walk away. "I expect those files, Makarov." You place your mask on and your men escort you. "Better stick to your end," he calls out. 
Once back at your headquarters, you look at the piece of paper he handed you. "Let's call a truce for now. Let the games begin." A smirk on you. 141, codes and missiles, a game for demons to play with. Days pass the truce is set. He walks into your base, then he greets you. "R/N," his hand holding yours as he kisses it. "Never took you for the gentleman type," you comment. "You're in for a treat, doll," he walks past you like he knows the base. "Office, no?" You nod and walk alongside him. No one to bother you for hours as he and you talked about ways to end all targets and focus on who was more evil. 
Curtains closed as you and him created poison for all mutual enemies. Maps, plans and bullets are all that are displayed on a desk. "Be smart, don't play just because you want to. If you need them to be killed, take the first target," he places a bullet down on the map, "here...and once you do, all else will be easy to kill," he instructs. "Then make sure Chimera is isolated and bring some of KorTac, that should keep them entertained," you draw the names with a red pen. "We make a good team, R/N," he smiles. "Focus," you say and look at him. 
Near night, his men drove you and him to a hotel, to not stay there for a warm rest but to look for potential hideouts for the upcoming war. As he and you constructed what was known as Operation Cleanstreak, he observed you in a different light. You and him, both under tension when his hand slides to your waist. "Don't. Do. That." your voice was stern. "C'mon, we both need it, and I sure want it," his lips brushed your neck. "Be a good girl and kiss me, yes?" You back away and chuckle, "Horny so soon, tsk tsk tsk," you shake your head and cup his face. "Listen to me here, I am not going to get caught fucking you," and just before you were going to tease him, he gives you puppy eyes that gaze from your lips to your hot fucking stare. "Fuck it," he whispers and kisses you deeply, his tongue slipping into yours. He needed a taste of your poison, kill him with it because he would be addicted by the end. 
He pulls away, catching his breath and before he looks away, he finds that his addiction to the kiss spreads like a disease because in an instant, he gets pulled back and you kiss him. "Thought you were a gentleman?" you say between kisses. "Oh, you are in deep," he pushes you to the bed, his blade close to your jeans. "Be a good girl and let all know tonight I claim this pussy," his blade cuts your clothes open and he gets down, kissing your inner thighs and nibbling on them. Some of your blood drips out, he looks at you, "Ooh, did my princess get cut?" he gives you a playful pout and licks the blood off. A groan from his lips falls out when he tastes it. "Sweet divine," he whispers and sucks on the cut. Your blood still dripping out as he spells his name with it on your chest and when it doesn't all fit how he wants, he cuts your shirt open and spells it all out. "Look at that," he undoes your bra and slaps your tits a few times before sucking on them and groaning. His mark belongs to you. Suits your pretty body either way. 
Without warning, he licks his fingers and as he once more cuts another fabric of your body, he sticks his fingers into your cunt. "Already wet?" he teases and slaps your pussy, mercy out of the bed this night. "Fucking slut, aren't you?" he continues to slap your cunt and watch as you moan and whimper. "Take it," he growls and soon, gets on his knees and begins to eat you out. His tongue feels so heavenly on your cunt. The noises that filled the room, all moans, groans and the wetness of your cunt, were to be heard by two evil lovers. His gaze was either on your or your gorgeous tits. Often his eyes would flutter from how amazing your cunt tastes. 
He gets up and fingers you as he kisses your neck and lips. Never did he think he'd be fucking the girl who gave him reasons to be even more dangerous. When you began to rub your clit, he slapped you and went to grab a rope to tie you to the bed. Only he can please you. You mewl as he made you more and more sensitive and once he knew your cunt was ready for him, his fat and girthy cock slips inside of you. You cry out, tears running down your soft face. "I know, I know but you can take it," his thrusts were slow and gentle, getting you used to his size. Your cunt clenching around him, making it an even better sensation as he fucks himself into you. 
"Fuck...oh...just like that," he caresses your tits and groans. When he knew you were well used to him, his hands flew to your hips and began to go faster. Your back arching, he can see his bulge on your tummy, his thumb pressing on it, making you moan more. "Oh you like that?" he smiles and does it again. A knot inside of you, building that sweet orgasm. Your face flushed as he can't seem to stop claiming your pussy with his fast cock. "Vlad-...fuck-i...n-ngh..." You were now more than drunk on him. His fingers rub on your sensitive clit and then he feels it as he hears you cry and moan. Your juices coating his dick. "Oh princess," he moans. 
He can't hold on any longer, his cum writing what no other man could claim again. Your tight pussy milking him, his cum filling you to the brim as he leans in and kisses you, his thrust slow before he pulls out. Rough hands cup your face, "Did you like that, beautiful?" he whispers and kisses you, waiting for an answer. "Loved it," you say between kisses and he grins. You whine when he stops touching you completely, he gets dressed, "Good night, R/N," he closes the door as he leaves. 
Months after that night, he sees you again. It was a one-night stand, no, this meant something to him. Every night for all those months, he would send you files of Task Force 141, in the bag with each file, he made sure to send a disarmed grenade with your name and a flower attached to it. His own hands wrote your name, over and over again. He swore it was to make sure you never forget what you let him do to you but deep down in a sick way was to thank you for letting him have you. And as you met him again in that lonely office at your base, he acted cold. 
You acted cold too, but it was to guard yourself from him. His gaze noticed that hidden in that room were all the grenades that held your name. His heart flutters and a smile creeps to his face. He did it, wrapped his arms around you and when you slapped him, he chuckled. "Do it again," he whispers. So you did, you kept slapping him until he kissed you. Not believing himself, he did it again, kissed you over and over, love is for the weak and now, he is weak. "Don't leave again," you whisper as he rests his forehead against yours. "Think you'll be seeing more of me, my love," his voice soft for the first time in his life. You smile and he kisses your forehead, his strong hands bring you close to his chest. His chin is on your head as you bury your face in his chest. Comfort and love were found in that office that night, grenades and flowers were kept in that office too. 
A/N: Not my fault the devs made him hot...
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externalmemorycomic · 9 months
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Image description: a five page comic with messy writing and messy line drawings coloured with gouache. Each page has four panels and each panel has a caption and an image. Page one Caption: Mouse and Ruth go for drives a lot. Image: a red car drives down a country road. Caption: to stores and beaches and the dump where you can find cool things. Image: a white mouse looks up at a wall with doll’s heads nailed to it, labeled “wall of dolls”. Caption: I almost never join. Ruth asks, “isn’t My going stir crazy?” Image: a deer is driving a car, and the mouse sits on a pile of pillows on the passenger’s seat. Caption: but I’m so used to this I forget there’s anything to go crazy about Image: an orange cat lies in bed.
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Page two Caption: When we lived in Malmö there were weeks I didn’t leave the apartment Image: the cat peeks out a window, looking at a pigeon that’s pooping on the window ledge. Caption: months I didn’t see anyone besides Mouse. I just couldn’t manage the stairs Image: the cat looks down an exaggerated, maze-like staircase. Caption: Mouse wasn’t much better off. I took up indoor “gardening” so we wouldn’t miss nature too much. Of course I often couldn’t water the plants. It felt bitter and symbolic when they died Image: the cat is in a different bed, looking at a house plant on a side table that’s beginning to wilt. Caption: here there’s no stairs and I have plants and bees right outside my window Image: the cat is in the first bed, drawing a comic. There’s a flower, a butterfly and a bee outside the window behind it.
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Page three Caption: people tend to get frustrated with my acceptance Image: the cat takes down a half finished painting from an easel. Caption: even after we’ve talked a lot about my illness, they think I should plan ahead as if a cure is right around the corner Image: a rabbit is standing beside a table covered in unfinished canvases, looking at  one of them. The cat stands behind them, looking nervous. Caption: often it’s the same people who respond to tragedies you CAN fix by saying “life’s not fair” Image: the cat is rescuing bugs from drowning in a water barrel and the rabbit looks over its shoulder, looking annoyed. Caption: but when I let go of what I can’t have, they see it as defeat. Image: the cat is curled up and hiding in bed while the rabbit stands over them, frowning, holding the unfinished painting and waving two paintbrushes.
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Page four Caption: I understand the impulse to say “maybe some day”. When it’s kindly meant, I value the intention. Image: The rabbit has its arm around the cat’s shoulder and waves towards a thought bubble. In the thought bubble the cat is floating and happy at the end of a rainbow with pink clouds, flowers and a smiling sky in the background. Caption: but few things are more dangerous to my soul than “maybe some day” Image: the cat huddles on the ground and hides its face. Right above the cat, as if pushing down, is a bigger thought bubble with images of the cat looking happy - dancing, being held, proudly painting, holding a baby. Caption: There is no greater wisdom in life than: fix what you can and accept what you can’t. Image: the thought bubble is breaking up and shrinking. The cat is sitting up, smiling at a dandelion beside it. Caption: some times, giving up isn’t just the only way to survive but to thrive, and leave room for joy. Image: The half finished canvases are burning on the ground and the cat walks away without looking back.
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Page five Caption: today I’m sad because I’m in pain and I miss moving and doing Image: the cat is crying in bed. Caption: but when I thank God for giving me this life filled with blessings, it’s from the heart. Image: the cat wipes away some tears and looks a little happier. Caption: I am happy more often than not. I mostly cry from gratitude. There is no contradiction Image: the cat closes its eyes and is surrounded by a pink glow and red cartoon hearts. Caption: life will ask me to let go of much bigger things and maybe I can come with to the dump next time Image: the cat looks at the wall of dolls and says: “cool!” End ID. Here's some disability thoughts I had during my latest flare (hence the wobblier-than-usual lines and messy writing). I hope it makes sense even if I was pretty confused when I made it! I have POTS and ME/CFS, as well as ADHD and being autistic. Accepting the reality of being bed/housebound and hard-of-thinking often is going to be a life long effort but I'm getting there. Happy disability pride month!!! Reblogs are much appreciated! (if you wanna help me live and stuff and make more art and comics I have a Patreon. I post comic pages there on average once a day for the 3€ tier as well as other fun things! Link in my pinned post)
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firlionemoontav · 3 months
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I mean, no one asked for it. Definitely not here. But, why not?
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🐁❤️ Raphael as a Companion ❤️🐁
Another idea suddenly sprouted from my mind. What if Larian actually listened to our petition and made the Devil we know an actual and romanceable companion?
Let's find out
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🐁 Journal Entry
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Oh, shame on you for not even considering once that companion / romanceable Raphael won't have a journal entry. Just like Astarion's "The Pale Elf", or Karlach's "Our Fiery Friend", our very own Devil would have a snazzy journal title. What would it be? "The Devil You Know" , of course. And based on the Tav/Durge's playthrough, Raphael's companion story outcome would only come in 2 forms...
But, let's not dwell on the negativity and just focus on the goodies ahead, yeah?
🐁 An Ally against the Absolute
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Depending on the player's decisions, we can now recruit Raphael for the final battle against the Netherbrain, yay! I imagine him being able to summon those Cambions during the fight. Korrilla and Yurgir will also come. And if you spare Haarlep, sure, they'll tag along ( more on this later ). You would see him fighting on the sidelines if you don't have him in your current party, and he, together with his devilish gang, brings along the firepower in the battle. Quite literally. That, and an awesome optional Boss Battle Theme ( oh, you know the one! ) as long as you have him in your team!
🐁 Recruitment conditions
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Hol' up a minute! No, you can't recruit him in ACT I, yet. You'll have to be very patient and play the game as it is, progressing your missions and sidequests. But, something is different this time around.
Korrilla now makes appearances very often, helping the party during sticky situations. Depending on the friendship level you have with her, she can tell you more about Raphael's whereabouts and what he's doing at any given moment ( unlocked with a tricky dialogue option ). If you're lucky, you can convince her to bring your letters to Raphael. And if you're super super lucky, he'll write back, with clear promises that he'll make an appearance soon. Also, he finds the "little mouse" quite interesting.
There would also be a small cutscene after you defy Vlaakith and defeat the Githyanki in the Rosymorn Monastery and just before meeting with Elminster where, when you go back to camp, you'll find a bouquet of red roses, a box of expensive dark chocolates, a bottle of Marsember Ice Wine, and a handwritten letter that smells like palmarosa and pepper, all waiting for you on an empty spot in the Campsite. The letter says:
"I successfully won a wager against my Warlock, and I believe it is only fitting to bestow a modest reward upon my Little Mouse for their contribution."
( Take note of the emphasis on the word my. )
Now, if you've unlocked all these interactions during ACT I, you should be able to recruit him as an ally AFTER yeeting Yurgir in ACT II. If you choose not to yeet the Orthon, well, you might have just missed your chance to recruit or romance him altogether. You can do this when he visits the camp later to reveal Cazador's plans to Astarion. But, take note that something would be different from here.
After the cutscene, you will not go directly to sleep. Instead, you'd still be able to move around. Take a walk around the Campsite and you should be able to see Raphael waiting for you near the abandoned house ( this particular Campsite is located in the forest of the Shadowlands ). You'll unlock a cutscene with him where he tells you he's been watching your every move and that he feels very proud of your achievements, so far. He also reveals that he "does not jest" when he tells you that you're his favorite and that you're the apple of his eye, clearly giving you a hint that he is more than interested in you. Depending on your choices here, you can convince him to stay. Just choose a dialogue where you promise him more daring conquests in search of power and you'll win yourself a new devilish companion.
🐁 New morning, new Companion
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When you wake up the next morning, go to that one place in your Campsite where that lonely shaggy tent used to stand, and you should be able to see Raphael all cozily set up in his new camp in that very same spot.
His tent should look close to this but with maroon highlights and devilish furniture:
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Because, seriously, with Raphael, camp life looks and feels more like glamping.
Your other companions would have A LOT to say to you for actually recruiting Raphael. Other than that, they're also a bit jelly of his luxurious camp amenities. Devilish perks, more like. His tent smells like his own perfume and it provides a strong shelter against strong winds and storms. You can often find Raphael sitting inside, warm, cozy, and comfortable, sometimes writing or editing his contracts, or most of the time reciting his favorite poetry and making them sound perfect. There would be rare times when he would simply be standing outside and waiting for someone to indulge him in a round of Lanceboard ( yes, he brings along his Lanceboard set from the Last Light Inn ).
You'd be a bit disappointed to know that, if you actually have him in your party, he won't sleep next to you around the camp fire like your other companions. I guess he's not your "bedroll" fellow, haha. Okay, I'll see myself out.
🐁 Raphael Approves / Disapproves
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Although I'm a bit sad to say that he won't be at level 16, or have an HP of 666 when you ask him to come along, you'd be surprised to know that he's a more than capable College of Lore Bard with a very sick Vicious Mockery. The explanation for this: he simply enjoys the thrills of being at the edge of death and outsmarting his enemies. He also wants to experience true battles alongside you, bringing himself down so he can be as equal to you as much as he can allow ( he's still Mephistopheles' son, after all ). Despite being downed, which could happen quite rarely, he can't actually fail at Death Saving Throws. So you won't actually have to worry too much about him.
With that out of the way, let's talk about the things Raphael approves and disapproves of.
He thirsts for power, so accepting his deal to give him the Crown of Karsus will give you a really high approval rating. Refusing him would reduce your rating, but not too much, as he allows you to reconsider your choices later on. Raphael generally approves of some lawful choices, be it good or evil. He approves it when you make good on your promises and he finds it rightful when you naturally ask for something in return in exchange for your own effort to do something. He likes it when you praise him and tell him he's going to be a good Archdevil Supreme, and he absolutely adores it when you give him a good challenge ( with the promise of a handsome reward after said challenge, of course. He doesn't toil with no goal set ).
SET APPROVAL POINTS ( CRUCIAL ):
1. Accepting his deal: 50 points
2. Praising him and saying he's going to be a good Archdevil Supreme: 30 points
3. Pretending to ignore his flirting twice, and submitting on his third attempt: Total of 30 points ( First one will trigger the morning after you recruit him, the second after accepting his deal in Sharess' Caress. The third one, which you must relent to if you want to romance him, is in ACT III during a key scene in the House of Hope )
4. Telling him you like being called "His Little Mouse": 5 points ( and you'll get free Bardic Inspiration )
Now, onto the things he disapproves of.
Of course, he doesn't like it when you refuse his offer, when he could clearly see you're running out of choices. He hates it when you don't listen to his advice, and he actively announces how foolish you are for trusting the Emperor. He hates it when you're petty, contemptuous, and too generous for your own good, and he absolutely despises it when you refuse his gifts. He also doesn't like it when you let other companions flirt with you, because, like it or not, he's monogamous, and very, very obsessive, to the point of jealousy. But the thing that would really make him leave you and your party is when you rob him and betray his trust. Why in the Hells would you do that, huh?!
SET DISAPPROVAL DEDUCTION POINTS ( CRUCIAL ):
1. Betrayal ( Breaking his deal by stealing your contract / Orphic Hammer in the House of Hope ): -50, plus he'll revert back to Level 16 and HP 666 to fight your party, and you'll lose a good Bard
2. Sleeping with Mizora or Haarlep when he started courting/flirting with you: -30, plus you'll be locked out of his romance ( This is another form of betrayal )
3. Choosing to side with Hope: -30 ( If you free her, he'll revert back to Level 16 and HP 666 to fight your party, and you'll lose a good Bard. Not to mention he'll be heartbroken because you chose to believe her words instead of his. If you chose not to free her but sided with her before that, you'll be locked out of Raphael's romance path but he'll still agree to help you on the final battle if your deal still stands )
4. Refusing to be called "His Little Mouse": -5 ( that's his pet name for you, why would you take away his little joy? )
🐁 The Romance Path
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Now, comes the tricky part. Before, it is considered a breach of contract if you enter the House of Hope in ACT III. Now in this imaginary Patch, it still somehow is, but it now comes with a few extra steps:
1. Enter the House of Hope
2. Steal the Orphic Hammer / Contract
3. Rescue Hope, yeet Raphael, and steal all his goodies, ending "The Devil You Know" journal updates
Or
2. Discover Hope and refuse to rescue her, telling her she made a huge mistake by refusing Raphael's deal for so long
3. Discover Haarlep and resist their charms, saying Raphael is the only one for you
4. Accept Raphael's third and final flirting with you and unlock his romance scene in his Boudoir
One of the things that Raphael explicitly tells you about once you've recruited him is that he doesn't like it when people "touch" his things. One of them is entering his House of Hope and stealing his stuff.
Once you've accepted his deal in ACT III where he invites you to the Devil's Den in Sharess' Caress, an opportunity to enter his House would pop up as you walk around and explore the Lower City. Raphael would warn you about even thinking about it.
But, listen: YOU NEED TO ENTER THE HOUSE OF HOPE TO ADVANCE YOUR ROMANCE WITH HIM. IT IS AN ABSOLUTE MUST
In order to trigger the things I mentioned above, you'll need to leave Raphael behind in camp. During this crucial hour, he would be extra suspicious of your movements and behavior. Pass a Deception Check to be able to make him believe your lie, then leave him behind. Then, go to the House of Hope ALONE. This is necessary in order to properly unlock the conditions.
When you go there, Korrilla will show up and warn you that Raphael is angry that you entered his House and is now on his way to meet you. You should choose a dialogue option, telling her to trust your process and that you only need a bit of time. There would be a high Persuasion Check ( 30 ), and if you pass that, Korrilla would do her best to stall Raphael, albeit reluctantly, to do your stuff. Proceed as planned after that.
After that, Hope would start showing up, begging for you to free her. This is the part of the story where the hero finds out about their lover's ex, so to speak. The narrator would start warning you that Raphael may have deceived you, hiding things from you, but if you stay firm in your trust and love for him, you'll be just fine. Hope will show up at least 2 more times but you should always tell her no and continue exploring the area until you reach the Archives, where you'll get permission to enter the Boudoir.
At this point, it is imperative that you DO NOT STEAL ANYTHING. Enter the Boudoir as planned. And from there, for the first time, you'll meet Haarlep, a perfect copy of Raphael. This will serve as your final obstacle to unlock Raphael's romance scene.
You see, Haarlep actually knows who you are, and they are visibly annoyed that Raphael finds you more entertaining than them. And what better way to stump the Devil we know than to seduce his quarry. Pass a Constitution and Wisdom check ( 25, 30 ) and tell Haarlep to eff off. Tell them that Raphael is the only one for you.
Now, during this scene, Raphael breaks free of Korrilla's ridiculous stalling ( you'll find out how later on ), storms into the Boudoir, and sees Haarlep in the act of ending you after you've dodged their charms, all nakey and vulnerable. A cutscene will play out where Raphael, all in his Cambion glory, grabs poor Haarlep's wings and drags them away. If you want the Incubus to join the final battle, you can beg Raphael to spare their life, and they'll show up later on, albeit a bit bitter after what happened. You can also just let Raphael do his thing and let him throw Haarlep out of the window down to the vast abyss of Avernus, never to be seen again.
Raphael would, of course, be mad with you, but only because he's worried that you actually went to his House alone and unprotected. On his way to rescue you, he should be able to find out that you scolded Hope for refusing his offer and that you didn't get tempted to steal your contract or his artifacts. You'll be fine if you follow those steps beforehand, and this should make things easier for you because then he will come to admire your guts. Another cutscene would play out, and you must pass a Persuasion Check ( 20 ) to convince him he's the only one for you.
He would then attempt to flirt with you for the third time. Let him, and you'll be able to unlock his steamy romance scene right there in his Boudoir! No Haarlep this time, no sir!
You two will wake up in the Campsite the next day with a Permanent Status called, SOUL MATES ( yes, I created this imaginary buff for the sake of this imaginary Patch. Yes, it sounds ridiculous and corny. No, don't search it in D&D 5E Handbooks, you won't find it there ). You see, it's like the Death Ward and False Life combined and with a twist.
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DESCRIPTION:
SOUL MATES - ( Condition ) ( Remains permanently ) ( Can only have temporary hit points from one source ) ( Buff effects last until Long Rest )
Bonded for eternity, these two souls would both have an extra 66 Hit Points when they are close to each other. When one casts any type of buff, the soul bonded with it receives the same status. A soul can also protect its partner from death, taking half of the damage its partner receives. Additionally, a soul can protect its partner against Curse and debuff effects by rolling a Constitution Saving Throw ( 6 ). Both souls will receive the same debuff should one fail the roll.
"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite. Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it."
You should now be able to ask kissies from Raphael and he more than delivers! Aww, aren't you two so cute together?
🐁 The Epilogue
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Of course, we can't leave our devilish companion's epilogue behind!
Assuming you gave him the Crown of Karsus, you two decided to travel back to Avernus to try and bend the crown to Raphael's will. Helping and supporting him along the way, you two were able to gather many, many supporters, all ready to fight in Archdevil Supreme Raphael's name.
Oh, and there's a bit of an infernal / family drama when Raphael decided to marry you in Avernus, as that's the first thing he did the moment the crown bowed to him. As if Mephistopheles could do something about his son actually marrying someone. Oh, the court tension! The suspense! The in-law horrors!
You two then take residence in the House of Hope, where Karlach and Wyll often visit for a cup of tea and chit-chat. They may not like your new husband, but they're your friends. And true friendship lasts forever.
Six months after the final battle, Withers invites you back for a party, and during that event, your husband Raphael tries his very best to mingle with all the guests for your sake. He offers Astarion different types of wine that are made from different parts of Baator. He attempts to win Jaheira and Minsc over by telling them wondrous tales of his adventures during the first war against Sarevok, in which the two heroes were involved. He offered to permanently fix Karlach's infernal engine, to which she defiantly refused until Withers called all of them to the party. He graciously taught Wyll a few dances he learned over his thousand years of existence, and it made a wonderful sight in the festivities. He gives Lae'zel a unique weapon that he forged in the fires of Avernus himself, and the Githyaki doesn't refuse gifts that are kindly offered. He gifts Halsin a pair of sharp whittling knives, which were made from the same metal as the Orphic Hammer. He offers Shadowheart a rare artifact that has the ability to call upon an ancient Fiend who has the power of both ice and fire. He also gives Minthara a new and shiny lyre, one of his own design, and claims it's a huge upgrade from the one she currently has. And for Gale, well, he tries to offer him a whole volume of books about ancient magic, which the Wizard reluctantly accepts ( he's still bitter that you gave the crown to Raphael ).
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And there you have it! I know I have dragged this one for too long, but I'm also aware that these words and theories aren't enough to describe the entirety of Raphael's personality and potential romance.
I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it and sharing it with you.
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Used & Abused
Raphael x F!Tav/Reader x Haarlep
18+
⋆˙⟡♡ Summary: You fail to bring back the crown to Raphael, this is your punishment.
⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: It's been a little too soft up in here lately, i think its time to change that... Plus I'm horny right now. Not sorry.
⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Deep Throat/Throat Bulge | Rough | Asphyxiation | Anal | Minor Comfort Towards The End
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Your disheveled, matted, hair hung in front of your eyes as you looked up at him, what little make up you had on when you came here, to the House Of Hope, streaked down your cheeks with your tears. You try to choke out a few words, but only a strangled, sob-like cry comes out as Haarlep’s arm tightens around your neck.
Your nails dig into the creatures muscular forearm, thick and solid beneath your chin. They’re pushing it right up against your windpipe, pressing harder and harder until your vision begins to darken, until you're almost laying limp against their hard body. Their cock driving into your tight little ass over and over again, forcing it open wider and wider, as if they were trying to break it.
It hurt. It burned. Your whole body was in pain from their brutal assault on your forbidden passage. Their free hand was clamped down hard around your hip, fingers digging into your soft flesh as they held you in place above them. Their hips pounding against your ass with a furious energy, their breath hot on the side of your face as they whispered their vile filth in your ear, their laughter mocking you as you struggled weakly against them.
You stopped your struggling the moment you felt Raphael’s cock, it was warm, so warm. The heat of his cock told you he was in his cambion form tonight… He must want to see you in pain tonight…
“Ah, my little mouse. We find ourselves at the juncture of the second week, do we not? Yet, it appears the crown remains undelivered into my keeping. A true pity, indeed.” His voice was smooth, yet carried an undertone of danger that made you tremble.
Haarlep ceased their assault, and pulled their still rigid cock from your aching, raw, hole. They released you and, after a brief pause, you felt their weight shift before they flipped you over on your belly. The incubus forcing you on all fours on the bed in front of Raphael.
“R-Raphael! I-I-“
His eyes hardened, cutting you off as you began to babble, his eyes filled with a dark hunger. You felt a cold fear in the pit of your stomach as his eyes bore into yours, his mouth slowly curling up into a cruel grin. He lifted his hand and stroked your hair gently, a sharp contrast to his eyes and the way he was looking at you.
Raphael turned to Haarlep and flicked his hand towards them, a silent go ahead for the incubus to take what they please from you. Haarlep, in one smooth motion, entered your ruined ass, and began fucking you hard yet again. Their claws raking across your back, drawing blood, as their cock plunged into you.
You cried out and tried to move away, but Haarlep grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked your head back as they pounded into you. Tears sprang to your eyes at the sudden, sharp pain in your scalp, and you let out a pitiful moan.
Haarlep didn't respond, their hips pistoning faster, their grip on your hair tightening until you were sure they would rip it out. You heard a low growl, then felt their teeth sink into your shoulder. The bite was deep, and drew a sob of pain from you, causing a fresh wave of tears to run down your face.
They released your shoulder and their tongue darted out to lick up the blood, a deep, purr-like sound emanating from their chest, “Such a feast~”
Raphael watched as his sex doll fucked you, a small smile on his face. You were beautiful in your pain, it was a pity he didn’t have time to savor it. The devil gripped your chin, “Be a dear, and open up for me, little mouse. I want to see those pretty little lips stretched wide around my cock. You can do that for me, can't you, pet?”
You bit your lip and hesitated, Raphael raised an eyebrow, and his smile vanished. Your eyes went wide, and you hurried to do as he said. As soon as your mouth was open, Haarlep’s nails dug into the back of your head, your hair wrapped around the incubus’s fist as they shoved you down onto Raphael’s cock. The devil groaned, the head of his cock slamming into the back of your throat.
You struggled to breathe, your lungs burning with each labored breath that you were able to take. You wanted to pull off of Raphael, wanted to catch your breath, but you couldn't. You choked and gagged on his cock, your vision swimming with tears, and black spots clouding the edges.
Raphael chuckled, a cruel and mocking sound, and reached down to rub his thumb over your lips where they were stretched tight around his length, “Ah, my poor little mouse. So fragile, yet so full of potential. I could make you powerful beyond measure. All you have to do is deliver my crown. Surely such a simple task is not too much for someone such as yourself?”
You can barely hear as you begin to dig a set of nails into Raphael’s thighs, leaving long red scratches down his flesh. This only caused Raphael to moan, his hips bucking up, shoving his cock further down your throat. You could feel it bulging down the length of your neck as Haarlep continued to push your head down until your nose was buried in the soft curls at the base of Raphael.
You struggled weakly against the two, your eyes rolling back into your head, saliva dripping down your chin, your nose running, and your lungs screaming for air. Your throat felt like it was going to tear and your jaw felt as if it was about to be dislocated… Your ass was a bloody mess by now, the delicate hole broken and bleeding, bruises forming where Haarlep would smack against your flesh.
Your vision tunnels, the inky abyss surrounding you, a deep, dark void, swallowing you. Your eyelids flutter weakly, a final resistance before your body succumbs to the numbing embrace of unconsciousness, or death… You cannot say which it is, and, quite frankly, you don't care anymore.
You are numb.
You are nothing.
A lifeless doll.
And before you’re consumed entirely by the dark, you feel a warmth fill your bowels and shoot down into your stomach, the hot, viscous milky fluids, the telltale sign that both Haarlep and Raphael have finished their brutal use of your body.
They both pull out of you simultaneously, watching as you fall forward onto the bed- leaving you a bloodied, cum filled mess…
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When you awaken your throat burns, your ass is in agony, and you feel utterly drained. You can feel every inch of it, the swollen, abused tissues, the cuts, the bite, and the bruises... You're on the bed still, naked and covered in your own blood, your face stained with the remnants of Raphael’s dried cum… There’s only a small bit of comfort coming from the arm loosely draped around your hip- looking over you see Haarlep curled up beside you, sleeping peacefully. It's a familiar scene, one you've experienced many times before.
You can hear footsteps, heavy and deliberate. You don't have the energy to look up, but you know it's Raphael. You can smell his cheap perfume a mile away... He sits down beside you, his hand lightly tracing the outline of the bite mark on your shoulder, “Such a lovely little creature... It would indeed be a great misfortune to part with you, little mouse. I am uncertain if my heart could withstand such a loss.” He chuckles to himself.
You're unable to reply, but he doesn't expect you to. He's simply musing to himself, as if you're not even there. His eyes meet yours and his hand moves to stroke your cheek, the action is almost gentle, tender, and if you didn't know better, you'd think he cared for you. But you do know better, and you know he doesn't. He's a demon, and a devil. He doesn't care for anything but himself.
Raphael leans down and places a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there a moment, before pulling back, “Next time I won’t be so kind. Next time, I won't be so merciful. Should you fail again to retrieve the crown, your value might dissipate, compelling me to ensure that Hope is attended with a new face.”
Haarlep’s arm somewhat tightens possessively around your waist, as their brows furrow at Raphael. You were the only source of energy the incubus has had in a long time. They weren’t particularly fond of the idea of letting you rot with that dwarf…
You nod weakly, the only response you can give. You can't even open your mouth, let alone speak, your throat still raw and swollen from earlier.
Raphael rises and leaves the room without another word, a smirk tugging at his lips as he walks down the hall. He knew he had gotten his message across.
You were a smart girl.
You knew what you had to do.
And if you didn't, you would end up like Hope…
You were his little mouse afterall.
His pawn.
His plaything.
Body and soul, it belonged to him, to the Cambion, Raphael.
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riizeandshine · 1 month
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Back Of Your Mind
On Felix’s day off, he decides to stay indoors and play video games. When Y/n chooses to surprise him at the dorms, Y/n is the one who is left surprised.
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bf!Felix x gn!Reader Genre — Angst to fluff Warnings — Dismissive behavior (Unintentional), Eating Word count — 1.0k
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 Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.
PRRRRRING~
The light of the entryway flicks on as you slip off your shoes and kick them aside next to Felix’s. Your hands were quite occupied—two heavy bags in each hand. The two bags in your left hand contained groceries for his favorite meals and for baking goods. The other two held a small dessert and snacks. You walked over to the kitchen and placed the bags onto the counter. Unloading each item, you smile to yourself thinking about how excited he is going to be once he sees you and all the stuff you’ve brought over. 
Once you completed putting away the items to their respective spots throughout the kitchen, you made your way to Felix’s room. His door was closed but the sound of his computer mouse dragging across the desk and the clacks of his keyboard could still be heard. While you pushed the silver door handle down and poked your head inside, Felix’s eyes were fixated on the screen ahead of him.
“Come on! He was literally on your left!” He shouted into his headset mic. Knowing he’s focused on the match he’s in, you call out to the boy. 
“Hiiiiiii Felix!!” You cheerfully said, revealing yourself from behind the door. You walked over to him and gave him a peck on his cheek. 
“Oh hey, Y/n” He mutters while continuing to stare at the screen, “ DUDE! HEAL ME! HURRY!”
Figuring that he just needs to finish the game so he could actually greet you, you find a spot on his bed to sit and wait.
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It had already been nearly two hours since you got there. Felix was still gaming away and you were still waiting for some kind of response from him while you scrolled on your phone. 
“Felix? Are you almost done with that match?”
“Yeah! J-just give me a moment”
Yet that moment never ended even after another 30 minutes. You felt a bit defeated. You got up from his bed and left the room to go into the kitchen. There’s no way he will resist his favorite food! You opened the fridge and brought out each of the items you bought earlier. With all laid out, you got to work.
Another hour and a half passes as you prep and cook the food. An array of food was put together on the table for the two of you. Fried chicken, pastas,  Lee Know’s recipe for beef wellington and some side dishes were finally finished. 
You went to Felix’s room again and knocked, “Felix! I made your favorites. Come eat with me please!”. You stood in the doorway waiting for an answer yet his eyes were still glued to the screen. 
“Felix?” You call out while your smile fades rapidly. Felix feels your energy change and takes a quick glance at you. Seeing that you’re no longer smiling, he responds “Yeah thanks, babe. I’ll go join you in a second”. 
Your lips curve up again into a beaming smile with his answer. Shutting the door, you go back into the kitchen and sit at the dining table. 
He’s gonna love this!
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And of course, just like the last time he said that, he didn’t show up. You were sitting there for an hour, poking at the food in front of you. What was once warm, quickly turned cold. You got up from your seat and covered the food to put them away. 
Why isn’t he coming… Is he not excited to see me? Does he not want to spend time with me?
A sigh leaves your mouth seeing the table completely cleared off as if nothing ever happened. Now you feel truly defeated. You came all the way from your house to the grocery store then to his. You waited for him for hours and even cooked for him yet he didn’t spend more than five seconds talking or looking at you. Perhaps you were being selfish, showing up uninvited to the boys’ dorm and expecting Felix to be happy to see you. But at the same time, Felix encouraged you to come to the dorms and loved when you came to him in the past. Why was today so different? 
You feel your heart sink thinking about why he was acting differently from the clingy-loving type that he usually was. You found yourself walking back to the entryway, slipping on your shoes. 
“Hey… where are you going?” Felix calls out from behind you. 
“I think you’re a bit busy so I’m gonna head back home” You say quietly, reaching for the front door. Felix is quick to react. Felix grabs your hand softly and tugs it towards him. “No no no no no no…Come here”. Although you’re still hurt, you don’t resist. Felix wraps his arms around you in a warm hug. “I’m sorry for dismissing you. You must have been waiting for me for a long time… I’m so sorry”. Felix lays a few kisses on the top of your head, temples and cheeks. “Did you eat?” 
“No, not really… I wanted to eat with you”
“Then let’s see what you made, hmm?”
“Okay!”
Felix smiled softly and tapped his bare feet onto yours to signal you to take off your shoes. After slipping them off with Felix’s small hands keeping you balanced, he led you two to the kitchen. With one hand still connected to yours, the other opens the fridge. You watch as Felix’s eyes light up as he looks at all the foods you cooked. “Is this all for us? You made all of this for us?” His eyes shift to yours with the same constellation-like reflection in his eyes.
“Well… I made it for you” You gently push him aside to heat the food up again but Felix stops you.. He cups your cheeks and strokes his thumb across your soft skin. He deeply presses his lips into yours, leaving your lips a bit swollen. “Let it be for us because my Y/n needs to eat well too”
Felix was perhaps too happy from all the food you made because he wasn’t shy to eat from each dish. He also found himself subconsciously getting spoonfuls of food to feed you and then watch you eat it.
While there were still leftovers, Felix set them aside for later or for the members who want to partake in your masterful cooking. He couldn't help but smile to himself knowing how lucky he is to have you. Even though the night started bitter, the day finished incredibly sweet.
A night that Felix will keep safe in his heart.
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cambion-companion · 4 months
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Master of the Mouse
Yes yes there is really filthy shameful smut ahead. Adding this to Tumblr so I can keep my masterlist comprehensive.
Raphael x f!reader x Haarlep
Word count: 3174
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Crystal blue water cascaded in waterfalls from feminine statues that surrounded a familiar steaming pool.
You licked your lips, the warm water as inviting as the first time you’d stepped foot into Raphael’s boudoir.
“Back so soon?” Haarlep reclined upon a plush red chaise pushed up against the far wall. The incubus once again wore Raphael’s cambion visage.
Haarlep raised an unimpressed eyebrow, seemingly unbothered by your unexpected appearance. “We did have such a delicious time together.” He gave you a lazy smile. “Although your stamina is worse than Raphael’s, if you can believe it.” Haarlep sat up slightly, grinning at the internal conflict he sensed within you. “Did you come back for more of Haarlep? Seemingly the closest you can get to what you truly desire. Has my master remained distant? How preciously sad.”
Every word, spoken in that infuriatingly exaggerated lilt, hit every insecurity and frustration you’d been battling since your very first visit to Raphael’s House of Hope.
The demon rose with a knowing smirk, rolling his neck and stretching his wings wide. Your pupils dilated as they followed the languid movement, each action made purposefully sensual for your torment.
“I must admit, I am rather disappointed you didn’t follow through with retrieving that little contract of yours. It would’ve made for such a satisfying ending.” Haarlep took one step forward, pushing into your space, the heat rolling off his body already warming your clammy skin. “I may even be free now if it wasn’t for your…weakness.” He trailed a sharp finger down your cheek. “You’ve felt him, I assume? The heady rush in your pliable mortal body as Raphael took me in your form.”
You shivered, remembering.
“Speak, little trifling creature.” Haarlep caressed your neck, nails digging into your skin just enough to raise welts. “I wish to hear your voice. Raphael seems to appreciate when I speak using it.” His strong hand wrapped around your throat, resting gently against your collarbone with a dangerous promise.
“I…” You swallowed thickly, your hand closing around his wrist as he gave your neck a slight squeeze. “Yes, I’ve felt it. Multiple times.”
“It must rankle.” Haarlep laughed, his hand trailing down to your tattered disguise, cutting into the fabric of the dirty bodice. “He chooses not fuck you.”
Your eyes sparked fury and you pushed at his chest angrily, not budging the towering fiend an inch. “You’re just a cheap imitation. How does it feel to have been stripped of any free will and identity?”
You’d made a mistake. Taken one step too far. Only realizing your fatal error when his grip on your throat became suddenly tight as a vice, cutting off your air flow. You scrabbled futilely at Haarlep’s hand, your eyes widening in fear. The incubus’ face was a mask of dark intent, grim and deadly.
You released a jolt of magic, channeling lightning energy into the fiend. He twitched and gasped in pain, loosening his grasp enough for you to suck in several mouthfuls of air.
“The kitten does have teeth after all.” Haarlep sneered, tail lashing. “Be aware in this house we yank them out.”
You withdrew your radiant dagger, taking a defensive stance, drawing an amused laugh from the demon.
“My dear, you were foolish to return.” A new voice joined, the familiar cadence of Raphael. The cambion leaned casually against a marble column; arms folded over the chest of his human disguise. His keen brown eyes observed your standoff with raised brows. “Don’t damage my property.” He straightened and strode to you, addressing you and Haarlep. “Or I will be forced to take drastic measures.”
Raphael gave his incubus a sharp look over your shoulder. You felt the demon shrink back, temporarily cowed.
“Haarlep isn’t as magnanimous as I.” Raphael tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, taking a moment to consider you archly. “You truly have a death wish, my errant mouse.”
“You are impossible to reach.” You said, slightly breathless, the skin on the back of your neck prickling under Haarlep’s glare. “I need to speak to you.”
“Thus, you think it prudent to break into my home, in violation of our contract.” Raphael tucked his fingers beneath your chin and tilted his head at you. “The only reason you are not cinders beneath my feet at this very moment is because you chose to not pilfer my belongings.”
“Haarlep doesn’t count?” You asked, your shoulders relaxing slightly.
“Haarlep never counts.” Raphael answered firmly. “I admit to being pleased by the little surprise you left for me.”
You flushed, though your eyes did not waver from his. “Something you’ve used plenty to your advantage.”
“Naturally!” Raphael chortled, a devious twist to his lips. “Just who do you think you are dealing with, my dear?” He leaned in close, his cheek brushing yours. The air around you grew thick with heated tension. “Surely, this isn’t you complaining?”
“Not exactly.” Your eyelashes tickled your cheeks as you turned your face just enough for your lips to graze the corner of Raphael’s mouth. “Though I certainly have no interest in being second to a demon.”
“Bold little thing.” Raphael withdrew just enough to have a clear view of your face. “I do so like it when my clients have some vim and vigor.”
Raphael took a step back, his eyes roving your body. “Such rags you wear. The better to not draw ire from the residents of my house?” He smiled knowingly at you. “Such a blight upon your body offends me. Remove them.”
He could’ve just snapped your clothes away, baring you in an instant, but it was clear Raphael wanted to savor having you in this position. You slowly began unbuttoning the front of your blouse, heat blossoming pink across your cheekbones as you stripped in front of both fiends.
“Your embarrassment is darling.” Raphael slid a hand across your side, resting it upon your hip. “However superfluous. I’ve seen and felt all of your flesh while my incubus has worn it.”
You gave the devil a measured look from beneath your lashes. “You’ve never yet touched me, however. Not truly.”
“Nor you, me.” Raphael seemed to be suppressing his amusement, cocking his head to the side with a gleam in his eyes. His visage shimmered, wreathed momentarily in hellfire as it grew and transformed into his cambion form. A slightly mocking smirk tugged his crimson lips. “I have it on good authority you prefer me like this. A quaint little quirk I find endlessly endearing, love.” Raphael took a measured step toward you, leaning down until your noses brushed. “Do as I say, to the letter, and you might still get out of this alive. Yes?”
You swallowed, reading the fine line between danger and desire you now tread.
You nodded, nerves fluttering in your stomach. “Yes.”
“Good.” Raphael gave your hip a final squeeze before guiding you towards the familiar bed. “Now, lay upon your back and do not move until I permit it.”
Your obedience was the only option you had left, Haarlep followed and sat at the corner of the mattress as you laid down. You shuffled back toward the headboard until only your feet hung over the edge. Haarlep leaned forward and began stroking along the length of your legs, teasing the inside of your thighs. The demon gave you a deviously discerning look as you shuddered in response to his attention.
You turned your head as Raphael approached the side of the bed, holding a glittering decanter filled with dark liquid. Notes of a rich whiskey wafted on a warm breeze to your nose and your muscles tensed, knowing where this was going.
“Hold still. Don’t twitch, little mouse.” Raphael’s hand pressed firm upon your shoulder, Haarlep moved to hold your ankles together in one hand. “This spirit is hellishly expensive. It would be unfortunate for you if a single drop was wasted.”
With a flourish, Raphael unstopped the glass bottle and tipped it slowly and with finesse. You felt the warm liquid filling your belly button, the drip of it splashing your skin as Raphael finished his pour.
“What a sinful delight you are turning out to be.” Raphael bent over your quivering form. His breath ghosted hot upon your chest. “Now hold perfectly still for me.”
You tried valiantly to remain still, a futile attempt, your skin shivering as his tongue circled each breast and threatened to bite at your pert nipples. You tensed slightly in mild trepidation.
“Good girl.” Raphael murmured and chuckled, knowing exactly the effect his praise had. His tongue moved slowly down from the valley of your chest to your navel. You felt his tongue swirl against your skin as he slurped the whiskey down. Raphael groaned with satisfaction and gave your waist a sharp bite before withdrawing, squeezing your thigh approvingly.
Hands gripped your waist; you weren’t sure if they belonged to Haarlep or Raphael. You were maneuvered like a doll onto all fours, the hands on your waist slid to your neck and hair as Haarlep positioned himself on the pillows beneath your torso, guiding your hands to support yourself on his lap.
You knelt over Haarlep, your fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs, smoothing your thumbs over the various ridges marking his infernal nature. You glanced up at the demon wearing Raphael’s form, hellfire eyes gazing back down at you with a cocky grin.
“Now, pet. Enough words.” Raphael instructed, the bed dipping behind you and his warmth pressing against your rear. “Put that lush mouth of yours to better use.”
The tip of your tongue wetted your lips before you pressed a tentative kiss to the angry head of Haarlep’s member. Precum coated your mouth, the heat of it simmering and stinging your lips.
“Now is certainly not the time to act the part of a wilting flower.” Raphael murmured in your ear, his chest and hips pressing flush against you from behind. His words were laden and dripping with lust. “Pleasure me.”
You obeyed, taking the incubus into your mouth, the answering groan from both fiends reverberating through your own chest. Raphael began toying with you from behind, spreading your thighs further apart with one hand and circling your heat until he deemed you ready.
Raphael pushed his hard length into you, drawing a moan from deep within your throat, the sound choking around Haarlep as the demon guided you by the hair further down against him.
Your body began rocking beneath Raphael’s weight, he hissed against the nape of your neck, unable to reconcile the combined pleasure you and Haarlep were giving him.
“Enough.” Raphael’s hands gripped your hips possessively, partially holding you up as your thighs began to tremble. “Kiss her.” Raphael said, his voice lowered in pitch as he continued to thrust into you.
Haarlep obeyed, withdrawing his length from your throat only to take your lips in a scorching kiss, his hand beneath your chin. Haarlep’s long tongue delved into your mouth, your eyes rolled back in pleasure while Raphael fisted your hair from behind and tugged until your neck arched back for Haarlep’s hand to wrap around.
The incubus licked his spittle into your mouth, not releasing you until you swallowed. The effect was immediate. Fresh heat pooled in your belly. The fiends surrounding you laughed as your sounds of pleasure heightened in pitch, a buzzing molten sensation overtaking your limbs to the point of near collapse.
Raphael’s arms wrapped around your torso, grasping a breast non-gently as he lifted you and pulled your body back against his chest. “There you are.” He purred, licking the shell of your ear as you watched Haarlep begin stroking his cock still shining wet from your own saliva.
Raphael turned your head forcefully to him, licking his way across your jaw before his lips and tongue began tangling with your own. You gasped at the ferocity of his touch, your bodies rocking together, the friction building to a crescendo as the incubus spit coursed through your veins. Turning the edges of your vision white.
“So eager, a perfect jewel in the palm of my hand.” Raphael murmured, taking your bottom lip between his teeth until you whimpered. “My treasure, not yet. You still must be punished for interloping uninvited.”
Raphael withdrew completely from you, gesturing for Haarlep to follow suit. A strangled cry caught in your throat at the sudden absence of pleasure and warmth. You twisted around with surprising dexterity given your current state, glaring daggers at both fiends. You were able to tell which was Raphael by the especially amused smile on the smug bastard’s face.
“Ah, ah.” Raphael raised a finger to you, commanding you to sit back down upon his bed. His tail swished back and forth as a sly grin tilted his lips, showing off sharp white teeth.
You made your displeasure known by the petulant expression you gave him before settling back cross-legged, having no choice but to obey the devil’s every whim.
“Watch and squirm, little mouse.” Raphael kept his eyes on you even as Haarlep began biting and licking down Raphael’s body, deep red as a ripe cherry. “Keep your hands upon the sheets.”
Your gazes locked, your whole body flushing as the sounds of Haarlep pleasuring his master filled the room. You fidgeted, trying to gain some sense of friction, especially after Raphael closed his eyes and moaned low in his throat. “Be still, my dear.” His eyes opened to burn once again into you.
Haarlep continued moving between Raphael’s thighs, his wings stretching to either side as he knelt upon the luxurious rug. Raphael continued voicing his pleasure, to torment you more than anything it seemed.
After what seemed to you an eternity, the cambion pulled Haarlep by the hair away from his body. “Change.” He instructed tersely.
A glimmer of orange light surrounded Haarlep, the fiendish form shrinking into a smaller feminine shape. Your eyes widened as you saw your own visage blinking owlishly back at you, the second time you’d had such a disconcerting view.
The demon had the gall to blow you a small kiss, grinning as the blood drained from your face.
Raphael arched an amused brow as well. “Hands on the bedspread, pet.”
You felt the familiar tingle from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. The incubus in your form turned to face you and pushed their hips back against Raphael’s.
All three of you made a soft sound of pleasure.
Raphael didn’t bother to move.
He made Haarlep do all the work, the incubus riding back against his cock. All the while the cambion’s eyes remained fixed on you sitting meekly upon his bed, your aching fingers twisting in the silken sheets.
You bit into your bottom lip, tasting the iron of your blood. Your gaze became pleading, not able to look away from Raphael’s sharply angled face. His tail wrapped around Haarlep’s leg as he growled a command for them to move faster.
Haarlep bent forward, grasping the bedpost, the lewd sound of lovemaking teasing your ears and making your mouth water.
“Now, your turn to watch.” Raphael spoke, his teeth gritted from the effort it seemed to take him not to spend himself there and then. “Observe how I treat a playmate I actually desire.” He pushed Haarlep unceremoniously to the side and strode to you. His body pressed you back against the mattress as he crawled over you, his massive wings extending and falling either side of where you lay prone.
“Raphael.” You didn’t know what you intended to say, all thoughts silenced as his mouth found yours. All teeth and tongue, demanding a claim to you that no amount of magic could wash away.
He hungrily swallowed your moans and whimpers, his sharp nails digging into the flesh of your hip until beads of blood blossomed. Your hands touched and pressed against the thin flesh of his wings, his body shivering in response as he slowly began grinding down against your writhing hips.
Like the rest of his fiendish body, Raphael’s cock had ridges all along its girth. You experienced the dizzying stretch of your body accommodating his intrusion, the ridges catching and rubbing against your most erogenous parts. Your toes curled in response, your legs wrapping instinctively around Raphael’s torso. He answered with a growl as his sharp teeth found the base of your neck, marking you as his possession.
Hellfire surrounded your twisting bodies. It licked harmlessly against the sheets and your skin, framing the lurid scene in flickering light and shadow.
Pain and pleasure mixed with desire and fear.
Your fingers sought him, wrapping around his lower right horn. Raphael took your wrist and pinned the offending hand to the bed, giving your neck a reprimanding bite. “You are here to serve me.” He reminded you, his tongue soothing over where he’d broken skin. “Careful.”
You wanted to say something witty and stinging as a retort, but your mind was far too lust addled for such a feat.
You were his. He was not yours.
The igneous tension in your belly began seeping down into your legs. Your tired muscles tensed. You cried out your release against Raphael’s neck, clinging to the cambion as his body became the anchor to your own.
Raphael followed soon after, unable to withstand the way your body milked him. His seed burned into you as he slammed against your hips, each thrust drawing a cry of pained pleasure from your aching throat.
Raphael sat up slowly, observing the mess he’d made of you upon his own bed. He caressed a hand through your hair before digging his claws against your scalp, drawing from you a final mewl.
Looking conceited as ever, the devil stepped to the floor and rolled his shoulders, admiring his reflection in the standing mirror. “The wanton woman waltzed blithely to the devil’s den. With the sole aim to feel pleasure beyond mortal ken.”
Raphael grinned at you, self-assured and smug while you continued to desperately catch your breath, struggling to sit up. He tilted his head, gesturing lazily for Haarlep to approach from where the incubus had sat back against the chaise.
“Clean our guest.” With another wave of his hand, clothes reappeared upon Raphael’s form, his appearance collected and coiffed as though nothing untoward had occurred. “I have important business to attend to.” Raphael hesitated a moment, his glowing eyes looking you over then flicking to Haarlep as the incubus walked to where you still lay. “Keep her here. Our time together is not yet done. Oh, and Haarlep…” Raphael’s tone lowered to a menacing timbre. “Speak to Him about this little distraction and I will find out. I demand your silence, or I will personally strip that twisting tongue from your wretched mouth.”
Long fingers snapped and a shower of sparks enveloped Raphael, whisking him from the room and leaving you alone once again under the piercingly judgmental gaze of his incubus.
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fetusgooseandjuice · 1 year
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Sweet Dreams
Pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: Y/N and Wanda return to their home after a month of hiding out with the avengers and Y/N is struggling with sleeping at night, but everything is okay when she’s in her loves arms.
Word Count: 1,463
Warnings: Nightmares
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You stood in the doorway of Wanda's office room. She was sat at her desk, and you watched her fingers move against the keyboard keys as she typed.
When Wanda noticed your presence she momentarily shifted her attention away from the screen to look at you, "Oh, hey, detka. I thought you'd be asleep by now. What're you still doing up?" Wanda asked, going back to typing.
Your sock covered feet patted against floor as you entered the room, plopping yourself down on her lap and letting your legs slip through the arms of the chair. You wrapped your arms around Wandas' neck, and rested your head on her shoulder.
Her eyebrows slightly furrowed when you just sat quiet, "What's up, dorogaya? Are you feeling okay?" she questioned, laying one hand on the small of your back while the other clicked around on the monitor with the mouse.
"I was waiting for you to come to bed. I didn't want to fall asleep without you." you explained, inhaling her comforting scent and letting your eyes fall shut.
Wanda glanced down at the time in the bottom corner of the screen, it was nearly eleven o'clock at night. "I'm sorry, darling. I didn't mean to make you wait so long. I just really need to get these mission reports in to Fury, and I lost track of time."
"It's okay, Wands." you lifted your head to press a gentle kiss to her neck in assurance. "Are you almost done?" you asked.
She sighed, "Not really, I've still got a little ways to go. I'm behind on a months worth of mission reports."
A month.
That's how long ago the avengers were forced to lay low for. After confronting a new foe, a full-fledge fight broke out. It all worked out in the end, but they thought it would be best to hide out in a safe house until things calmed down.
Everyone was left on edge, Clint and Wanda especially when their loved ones got caught in the cross-fire. Clint's family was attacked, and Wanda had to save you when you were in trouble as well.
At that point, the avengers mutually agreed that you, and the Barton family needed to tag along for your own safety. Now that things have settled down, everyone returned to the compound a few days ago, you and Wanda to your shared home.
Even though everything was back to normal, you were still a bit shaken up and could only sleep at night when Wanda was there to make you feel safe. That's why you were sat on her lap, clinging to her like a koala as she worked.
You nodded your head with a yawn.
Wanda looked down at you and sent you a sad smile, letting go of the mouse to brush a few stray hairs out of your face, "You're tired, baby girl. Go ahead back to bed, let me just save this and I'll be right there."
You shook your head and tightened your arms around her, "I'm okay, I know you need to finish this. Can I just stay here with you until you're done?" you quietly asked.
"Yeah, of course." she responded. "I'm gonna be a little while, though. Are you sure you're alright with waiting because I can turn it off for the night." Wanda questioned just to make sure.
You nodded your head, "I'm sure. Just wanna be close to you." you said, nuzzling your face into the crook of her neck.
Although it made Wandas' heart flutter, she was sad that now you felt scared to sleep alone at night. She couldn't help but think she could've protected you more when everything happened.
Wanda ran a comforting hand over your back while the other continued to type, "You're alright, detka. Close your eyes and go to sleep, I'll be here the whole time, m'kay?" she spoke softly, pressing a lingering kiss to your hairline. "I love you so much, sweet girl."
"I love you too, Wands." you mumbled, finally letting yourself drift off.
Wanda made sure you fell into a peaceful sleep by continuing to caress your back and occasionally pressing kisses to your head before returning her full attention to her unfinished paperwork.
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Wandas' fingers continued to move swiftly across the keyboard as she typed. You sat on her lap with your head rested in the crook of her neck, sound asleep.
However, your restful state didn't last very long. It was only about an hour later when you let out a quiet whimper. Thinking that you just needed a little bit of comfort, Wanda slipped her hand under your shirt to rub your back.
Though when a few more whimpers followed by some incoherent words escaped your lips, she frowned. She pushed her work to the side for a moment to gently stroke your hair, but as her hand made contact with your head you flinched in your sleep.
Your once incoherent words now became somewhat louder and Wanda was able to make out a few panicked No's and Stop's.
"Shhh, malysh. You're okay, shhh." she tried to sooth you, but you just started to tremble and thrash slightly.
Wanda only decided to wake you up when she felt your tears against the skin of her neck. "Y/N, dorogaya. Wake up for me, darling, come on." she repeated to you.
She knows that you shouldn't wake up someone who's having a nightmare, but Wanda just couldn't bare to see you like this. It hurt her to know that you were hurting even if it wasn't physically.
So she reluctantly hovered her hand just over your temple, red wisps swirled around her fingers as she woke up your body.
Your eyes shot open and your head quickly popped up. Your heart was racing as you looked around the room, the memory of your nightmare still lingering very clearly.
But Wanda was quick to comfort you, "Shhh, detka, shhh. It's okay, you're okay." she spoke softly as she gently guided your head back to lay on her shoulder. "I have you. You're safe. You'll always be safe with me."
You buried your head into her neck as more tears fell from your eyes, but Wanda never let you go. Your hands were gripping the back of her shirt so tightly she thought it might rip, but Wanda couldn't have cared less.
She just wanted you to feel safe in her arms, and you did. You trusted Wanda when she told you that you were safe with her because she would never made you think otherwise.
Wanda continued to whisper sweet, reassuring words into your ears as she let you cry it out, knowing that you would feel at least a little better afterwards.
"I'm sorry." you sniffled as your breathing finally began to regulate.
Wanda furrowed her eyebrows, "For what, sweet girl?"
"For being so clingy." you quietly answered, looking up at her with bloodshot eyes.
She shook her head, running her thumb over your cheek to wipe away a tear, "You don't need to be sorry for that, detka. You're still shaken up, and understandably so."
"Yeah, but I should be able to sleep on my own. And I probably just interrupted your work with my nightmare. I'm sorry." you responded, hiding your face in her neck once again.
"Stop apologizing, moya lyubov'. " Wanda pecked your temple, "You went through something really scary, I understand that. I don't care how clingy you might think you're being, if it makes you feel even just a little bit better then i'll hold you for as long as you want me to, okay?" she spoke softly in your ear.
You looked up at Wanda only to find her already looking down at you with loving eyes, "Okay." you agreed.
"Good." she responded, "I can finish my work tomorrow so let's head up to bed now, yeah? We'll be more comfortable there." she suggested, starting to get up when you whined.
You shook your head, "I don't feel like moving." you pouted.
"Who said anything about you having to move?" she said with a playful frown on her face as she stood to her feet, picking you up with her.
You let out a small shriek, quickly hooking your legs around her torso to hold on. You and Wanda giggled as she made her way to your shared bedroom, letting you both flop down onto the bed.
Wanda pulled you into her arms just as she promised and let your head rest on her chest. You talked quietly for a while to let yourself lull back to sleep, and when you did it made Wandas' heart flutter.
She gazed down at you with a small smile, "Sweet dreams, dorogaya."
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honeybeefae · 9 months
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Azriel & best friend’s sibling NSFW
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Can You Keep a Secret? (Azriel x Reader)
BINGO: Best Friend’s Sibling
(I skipped over this one at first because I couldn’t figure out a great way to write but now I have been struck by the inspiration bug and boy oh boy did it bite HARD. Just like Az does hehe. Warning ahead but this is a Dark!Azriel fic so PLS pay attention to the warning.)
(PS: I could do a part two to this if people wanted it? I know this isn’t my usual smut and that it might make some people uncomfortable so I was hesitant but I hope you guys like it!)
WARNINGS: Smut, Dark!Azriel, Knife play, kidnapping, use of drugs, dubcon, biting, aphrodisiacs, “love potion”, 
It wasn’t even five minutes after your brother had left the house that you found yourself shoved against the wall, your brother’s best friend attacking your neck with bites and kisses.
“Gods, Az-” You choked out, rubbing yourself against his thigh as he split your legs apart. 
This had become a weekly, if not daily, routine between the two of you. Rhys had always been protective of you since the death of your mother. You had barely escaped with your life and he was sparing no expense or time to make sure you were kept under lock and key.
He hadn’t realized that by appointing his Spymaster, one of his closest friends, to help guard you that he was leading the danger right to you. 
“You wore this pretty thing just for me mouse?” Azriel groaned into your neck, one of his scarred hands coming to circle around your throat when he saw a flash of your bare pussy underneath your dress. “Such a naughty thing.”
“Maybe I should be punished…” You purred, smirking when he clicked his tongue and pressed harder against your neck. He was quickly cutting off your air but you could care less, your body singing from how the fabric of his leathers rubbed against you in the most delicious way. 
Azriel noticed. He knew every small signal your body gave, knew your routine, knew everything about you. It was an obsession, an addiction, and he was consumed by it. 
You whined when he lifted you up with ease and shoved you toward the bed, undoing his pants with one hand as your knees hit the back of the mattress and you fell onto it. He stood above you, his shadows curling over his shadows and whispering something only he could hear.
The mood shifted when he looked down at you, any trace of kindness or care gone. A shiver went down your spine at how serious he looked, his eyes wild with lust and obsession, before you felt his shadows curl around your wrists and yank you down.
“Shit!” You cursed, surprise making you flinch as more shadows wrapped around your ankles and spread you fully. “Azriel?”
“Hush.” He ordered, his jaw clenching as he unsheathed Truth-Teller and pointed the tip at the hollow of your throat. “You said you wanted to be punished, mouse. Can you take it?”
Your heart thrummed in your chest as he pressed it further, threatening to spill blood as his patience grew shorter. He had been rough before but never like this, never this intimidating. 
You couldn’t tell whether you wanted more or wanted to run and hide.
“I can take it.” You say quietly, trying to keep your head still. He rewarded your boldness with a smirk, cocking an eyebrow as he started dragging the blade down your chest. 
“I know you can.” Azriel hummed, the knife catching on the fabric of your dress briefly before slicing through it like butter. You felt the cool breeze rush over your skin as he continued his trail downwards. “And if you can’t…I’ll make you.”
“Make me?” You asked suspiciously, gasping when the cold metal came to rest against your bare pussy. He knew exactly the right pressure and angle to make sure you wouldn’t cut yourself but you knew he could change it at any moment. “Azriel, what are you doing? You’re acting different…”
He didn’t acknowledge your question, instead choosing to move his knife away to dip two fingers into your wetness. Your mind instantly zeroed in on the pleasure and you arched your back in need, feeling his shadows vibrate at your reaction. It was a teasing touch, the tips of his fingers barely penetrating your heat and you knew he was doing it on purpose. 
Whatever game he was playing right now, the goal was to drive you insane. 
“I want you,” Azriel murmured, palming his erection through his loose pants as it ached to be inside you. “I want you all to myself. No one else can see you, touch you, they won’t even think of you. You exist for me and me alone.”
“Please, Az, please. I need more.” You whine, only hearing the need for his words but not the tone. It wasn’t his normal, playful voice. It was something much, much darker. “Go harder or faster, please.”
You were so focused on your own pleasure that you didn’t realize the true intent of his words. This had always been a casual thing between the two of you and while yes, Azriel was the only one who made you feel this good, if you would pay more attention you would realize just how far he was willing to go until he was the only one making you whine like this. 
“Say it, mouse. Say it and I’ll make you feel like you never have before.” He purred, a savage grin on his lips as you mindlessly nodded.
“I’m yours, I’ve always been yours Azriel just please fuck me!” You cry out, squirming your hips to try and get him deeper. Before you could blink you felt the shadows around you dissipate and his hands hoist you up to sit. 
A pout formed on your lips but he shushed you, pinching your cheeks between his fingers until your mouth opened from the force. He used his other hand to produce a vial that he had hidden away and before you could jerk away or scream or fight back, Azriel ripped the cork off with his teeth and poured the pink, sparkling liquid down your throat.
He let you go after you had swallowed, stepping back as you swung your fist at him. You were naked, pent up, and pissed off. What the fuck did he just give you?
“What the hell? What did you just make me drink?” You screamed, shoving his chest as he gave you a soft smile, his entire demeanor changing as if he had done nothing wrong.
“I didn’t give you anything that wouldn’t change how you feel about me, mouse.” He comforted, capturing your wrist when you went to hit again and pulling you towards him. You frowned, your head feeling dizzy as you blinked up at him. 
“What do you mean?” You said, your words slightly slurred as time itself seemed to slow down. The anger you had been feeling at his actions was fading fast as you gazed up at him, the ache in your core growing once more. “What’s going on?”
“It was just something to speed up our mating process,” Azriel whispered, lowering his head to ghost his lips over your ear. It made you shiver in anticipation and you whimpered from the throbbing of your clit. “You said you were mine, right mouse? You want to be mine don’t you?”
“I-” You try to speak, words evading you as one of his hands trails down and starts to rub your clit. It felt amazing. Your knees buckled underneath you but he was there to catch you, laying you gently on the bed to kiss down your body. 
“I know you do. Just look at how your body reacts to me…it was made for me to use, to taste, to fuck.” He growled the last part, arriving at your cunt. You didn’t protest as he spread your legs and blew cool air across your wet sex, your hips rising up to silently ask for more. “You were just too stubborn to accept the bond. But it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you now. I forgive you.”
You frowned while trying to make sense of what he was saying but when he licked a hot, rough stripe up your sex you found yourself floating on an island of pleasure. He could do whatever he wanted to you if it meant you could feel this good for the rest of your life. 
Azriel ate you out hungrily, fucking himself into his hand as you whined and cried out underneath him. Your head was tossing back and forth as you had no choice but to succumb to the pleasure he was giving to you. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and he had no regrets in what he did.
It wasn’t like he drugged you to fall in love. You were already in love with him…you just didn’t know it. The bond was there, hidden underneath your trauma, and all his special concoction did was bring it out for you to finally feel and see.
He just wanted the two of you to be happy.
Your cries got louder as he ran the tip of his tongue back and forth over your clit, pushing two fingers inside of you to increase your satisfaction as he got more desperate. His climax was already building and he wanted you to cum with him, to start what was sure to be an eventful night.
His shadows drifted away from his body and started stroking over yours, goosebumps rising over your skin as they started to twist and pull at your very sensitive nipples. 
The world was blurry and full of colors you had never seen before as your cunt started clenching in desperation, a burning starting in your soul that was quickly taking over your entire body.
“Azriel, Az,” You pant, your hands clenching at the soft blankets underneath you. “Gods, I feel like-like I just-”
“Let go, mouse. Let go for me and feel what I have felt from the moment I saw you.” He urged, doubling down on his motions until you opened your mouth in a silent scream. 
A rush of emotions hit you like a brick, your eyes flying open as that burning in your soul became a thread that was seeking out something. When you felt a tug and a familiar presence you realized it was something, it was someone. 
Azriel.
He felt it as soon as the two of you connected. Everything you were feeling, the absolute rapture you were in, it was making him go feral as the first spurts of hot cum shot out of his cock. It landed all over the sheets, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he nipped and sucked all of your juices. 
If it were possible to get drunk off of someone’s cum he would swear that was happening, the bond overwhelming all of his other senses. He didn’t even feel you flinch back or weakly push at his head until he heard you whisper his name.
“Az, stop, it’s too much.” You sniffled, your voice hoarse as he begrudgingly pulled away from your pussy to leer over you. His mouth and chin were shining with your juices and despite all that had just happened, he still looked famished.
“Don’t worry mouse, I’m gonna let you rest, okay?” He whispered sweetly into your ear, gingerly picking you up and cradling you to his chest. You didn’t have the strength to fight, your body exhausted, and his scent was more comforting than you remember. It made you feel safe and warm and loved.
You fell asleep quickly, your face buried in his chest as he glanced around your room. Reality was crashing back down and unlike previous times where he was fine leaving you behind with your brother, this time he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
After months of sex and teasing you were finally his. He had you in his hands literally and he would be damned if anyone took you away from him, even your own brother.
Rhys might be the hardest one to fight for you, actually.
He had to hide you away, keep you safe in a golden cage where you could be with him forever. It was what you wanted, you even said it. He was only doing what you wanted. 
Azriel stood straighter and opened the balcony doors, taking off into the night to somewhere no one would find you. He would keep you safe. He would keep you where you belonged. 
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Carpe Noctem 27
Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)
Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.
Part of The Club AU
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Pain puts you to sleep despite your piquing anxiety. You doze until your alarm wakes you. The pin in your neck has dulled enough to move, carefully. You dress in the dark, a turtleneck and your most broken-in jeans. You sit for a while and contemplate the day ahead of you, bracing your mind and body.
You get up and toss your things in your purse, keys, phone, whathaveyou. You'll have coffee at work, may as well get it while you're there. You creep through the large house without turning on any lights, stopping by the door to wiggle into your boots and lifting your jacket from the hook. Lloyd likes to sleep in but you won't chance an early morning encounter.
You go out into the brisk autumn air and toss your purse and coat into the passenger seat as you drop into the driver's side. You adjust the backrest and see the shuddered lights from the second floor. You don't notice any movement or shadows on the other side.
You reverse out and drive without urgency. You'll be well on time, you would just rather be out of that house. You roll the steering wheel with your thumb as you yawn. A glare of headlights flashes in the rearview but don't make the light behind you. They fade as you cruise along, street by street, until you get to the cafe. You park by a meter and use the app to pay for the day.
Cole greets you, approaching at the same time as you. You stand back and wait for him to unlock the door. He holds it for you and follows you inside.
"You okay?" He asks as he turns the latch back into place, "you're quiet."
"Late night," you resist shrugging, not wanting to trigger that tedious nerve.
"Tell me about it," he scoffs as you take out the till to balance and he goes about checking the machines. "Ma has this mouse that won't leave her pantry alone. I spent hours trying to catch the thing. She doesn't wanna kill it so..."
"Aw, that's kinda cute, and so nice of you."
"Yeah, dad won't go along with it. He says if he sees the thing, he'll be sure to stomp it," he clucks his tongue, "I don't even know what to do with it if I do catch it."
"Hmm, yeah, I wouldn't know," you hum as you break a roll of dimes.
"Anyways, work, I got everything expensed out. Do you want reimbursement on your first pay or I can cut you a check today?" He offers as he comes to stand beside you.
"Oh, well, it's whatever. I can wait until payday if it's easier."
He nods and smiles at you, fingers tapping on the counter as he watches you. He's close. Very close. You can smell his pine cologne and vague scent of sawdust. "You say I'm nice? I don't think I've met someone like you in... well, ever. You make everything so easy."
"Uh, really?" You utter skeptically. You'd argue the opposite, everything in your life seems too complicated.
"Yeah, you're so giving. You know, I can tell you take care of everyone else before yourself. It's amazing but not good for you. If you need a day off..."
"No, no, don't worry about me," you open the drawer on the register and shove the till inside, "really, I can manage. I'm used to twenty kids running circles around me."
"Ah, yeah, how was that? You must like kids. Or... did you quit? Was it too much?"
His curiosity bristles on your scalp. He's just being nice and yet, it's a bit too much. Or maybe you're just overwhelmed by everything else. He might be right, you might need a day. But time off means more time in Lloyd's domain.
"No, I loved it. Every day was so fun and you see the kids learning and growing and they just, there's never a problem bigger than a toy they don't want to share, you know?" You can't help but smile, "they called me mimi..." the word dangles, slightly tainted as you hear Lloyd in your head, "and they always wanted hugs."
"Wow, sure beats steaming milk 'til you're red in the face," he drawls, "I wanna be selfish and beg you not to leave us but seems like you loved it."
"Yeah, well, I'll see if I get any calls," you swallow and turn to check the opening list laminated and hung behind the baked goods display.
A knock hammers at the door and startles you both. You look at Cole as he furrows his brow back at you. He tilts his head.
"Peter's closing today..." he utters.
You glance at the door and see a man you don't recognise on the other side. Cole shows his palm, gesturing you to stay as he squeezes past you and goes around the other side of the counter. He crosses to the door and taps his watch at the man.
"We're closed, got half an hour--"
The impatient customer keeps his jaw set and reaches under his dark jacket. He pulls something out and slaps it against the glass. Cole growls and puts his head back. He turns his hands out helplessly and unlocks the door. You spy the man's golden badge as he steps in without a word.
"What's going on?" Cole steps back, hooking his thumbs in his jeans.
"Break-in up the street," the man says, "we're just checking things out..."
"Oh? A break-in?" Cole gulps.
"Really?" You murmur.
The man looks at you, his blue eyes glinting. He nods and faces Cole again, "Detective Fowler."
Cole juts out his chin in thought before he replies, "a detective? Isn't that a bit much for a break-in?"
"Some details can't be divulged," Fowler insists.
"Of course," Cole agrees, "we only just got here like ten minutes ago and we haven't seen anything."
The detective nods as he paces around, considering every inch, soles scuffing across the floor. He nears the counter across from you and looks you up and down. His cheek dimples just slightly.
"Do I know you?" He asks. Your brows pop up and you sputter. No, you don't.
He hums and pokes his tongue inside his cheek, "wait," he snaps his finger, "you know Johnny Storm. Young guy on the beat."
"Um," you look away, "yeah, he's my ex."
"Ah shit, sorry, I didn't know. Don't know the kid much but run into him time to time," he slides his hand into his pocket, "well, guess you two wouldn't know much. If you do see anything..." He slips a card out of his pocket and holds it out to you, "you can call me."
He backs up and turns on his heel. He nods to Cole as he struts back to the door, opening it himself as he leaves you both in nervous silence. Cole grumbles and crosses his arms. You look at him as he scowls.
"Seemed real interested in you," he intones, "I didn't know your ex was a cop."
You wet your dry lips with the tip of your tongue and exhale, "yeah, well, he's my ex for a reason. I've moved on." You return your attention to the list, "so let's do the same and get back to work.”
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hopeforkitten · 2 months
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thanks to my head, which thought what if the devils were molting. (if we consider the skin of the cambions, then they have scales)
• you lived in the house of hope for a long time and seemed to know all its features. although, you probably should never say that you know everything about devils.
you returned from the balcony in the archive and did not expect to see an incubus here. Haarlep was sitting with his legs over the armrest and reading a book with an extremely bored look, flipping through the pages with one claw. how could this personification of feline nature leave the cozy bed of the boudoir? And why?
"Oh, Haarlep, why are you here?"
"Hello little mouse! Well, I'm obviously not here of my own free will." he was very inspired by your voice. "Perhaps you will find the answer to this question in my former place of residence." his eyes took on their usual cunning gleam, causing you to distrust.
"And what am I going to find there?..."
"Oh, you haven't seen him in his period yet" he let go of the book and made a gesture of quotation marks "Go, go, I'm impatient to find out how everything will go" he waved his hand towards the doors and you headed the same way.
Along the way, you wondered what could be the reason for Raphael's unexpected mood. Anyway, you haven't done anything wrong, so why should you be afraid of his anger, right?
The boudoir barrier let you through, and from afar you saw Raphael sitting with his back to you and fidgeting erratically. His housecoat was held on his hips by a belt, and his upper body was naked. He diligently moved his wings, even tried to scratch their hard edge against the horns, as well as scratch his shoulders with his hands and tried unsuccessfully to reach the base of the wings.
"maybe I can help?"
You said hesitantly. Raphael didn't even notice how you walked from the entrance to the edge of the bed. He looked at you briefly with displeasure.
"and this is you. go ahead and try it."
He turned back and waited for your actions. you swallowed and hesitantly stroked the base of your wings.
"No mouse, use your claws," Raphael barked back at you.
you started scratching the shoulder blade of the wings with your short nails and it did real magic to him. He let out a sigh of relief and tilted his head back a little. such a reaction was more than enough to make you do it for hours.
• This was just the beginning of Raphael's molt. the symptoms are a bad mood and scabies. while the various stages of his molting were going on, he always lingered on the first one - denial. He hated this time. Raphael was too sensitive and imperfect during this period. Everything should always be perfect in it, both appearance and endurance. But this rare period spoils all his plans.
during the molt, he canceled all his business and did not leave the house of hope. without you, he used to wait it out alone in the boudoir, moving around in short forays from there. it is better not to catch his eye at this moment.
However, with you.... he won't say it, but molting with you has become a pleasant vacation. To you, he grumbles nonstop, like a very big moody child. but your presence changed everything... you scratch his back and wings, smear him with moisturizer, (gently stroke his shiny new scales and admire his beauty? yes, please) sit by the pool while he soaks and only his head sticks out of the water.
you will timidly help him with the removal of dead skin, asking if it hurts him. (imagine how much work his wings need)
• You also became the devil's personal pillow during this period. He just won't let you go a step away from him, with the rare exception when you need to leave the boudoir and bring him something. it's better not to linger chatting with Haarlep, it can cost you dearly.
since his diabolical work was suspended, he switched from contracts to fiction and read it in tandem with you.
He was going into cat mode. Today, practically the archdevil wants to spend the day in bed, and you pathetic little man will be my pillow and a scratcher and bring me a book or soothing tea and I'll eat your soul if you disobey, yes.
• Raphael is horrified to realize that he has been scratching the skin surrounding the horns several times a day. this means that after the back and wings, the skin on the face will be renewed... Oh, how he doesn't like it. the mouse does not stare at him, you are on thin ice and now he will obviously spend more time using you as a pillow so that you cannot stare at him
• it will be strange when this ends and the former strict and perfect Raphael returns to you, and he will never bring up this topic. however, before the next molt, he will send you an order to come to the boudoir and it's good that you already know how to help him.
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scuttlingcrab · 1 month
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No Time for Love
Don't wish Raphael a Happy Valentine's Day...
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Valentine's Day. Oh, how Raphael despised it. No, simply loathing it was far too kind. He wished it were something tangible that he could rip to bloody shreds with his claws, eradicating it forever from this mortal plane of existence.
He was in one of his rare moods of self-loathing. He desired nothing else than to vanish completely, escape back to his study in the House of Hope and bask in his solitude, in his true form. But no, no of course not. Today he could not flee, for he was foolish enough to have forgotten the date. He will not forgive himself for such a transgression.
Raphael had accepted an invitation for a festival in the centre of Baldur’s Gate. At the time he thought nothing of it, not with his deluge of thoughts on the Crown occupying every possible crevice of his mind. He even dismissed Korrilla, swatting her away like a fly; her eyes wide and mouth agape, when he said he would attend. 
What is a mortal festival, if not an opportunity to observe the lambs out for slaughter? He needed to feed himself well, to prepare for the battle looming ahead of him, so why not indulge in a little treat? 
The jovial chitter chatter from the creatures surrounding him left a foul taste on his infernal tongue. This was no normal festival, but one dedicated to the cursed Saint Valentine himself. If only it were possible for Raphael to find the soul of this so-called Saint. He would do oh, so many delicious things to it down in the Hells for the pain he caused him today.
Mortals kissed, cuddled, laughed, and embraced one another in cliche song and dance. They sprang around Raphael like rabbits, uncoordinated and rambunctious; bumping into him and making him feel like he was stuck in a never-ending whirlpool. If just one more love-struck cretin uttered the words “Happy Valentine’s Day” to Raphael he was sure he would bring this entire city to ruin, to the very pits of Avernus.  
Raphael could sense no opportunities for him here, these mortals were too occupied with their feelings. What could they possibly be celebrating? Such utter acts of affection repulsed him. These mortals and their flights of fancy, clinging to anything to distract them from the impending doom of death. Such simple minded creatures, really, sometimes he felt sorry for them.
He would never let such a fickle emotion overtake him, make him so weak and open to vulnerability. The only one Raphael could rely on was himself, it had always been the case even in his youth. He was the one to be thankful for. He was the one who slaved away for centuries, tirelessly plotting and waiting. Raphael didn’t need love. Pah! There was no such thing for the future Archdevil Supreme.
As Raphael stood in the midst of the bedlam, his mind couldn't help flickering to one of his recent clients, that peculiar little mouse. What was that fool doing today? Were they… celebrating? 
Raphael viciously shook his head, quickly getting rid of the thought.
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What is the styles family up to on Halloween night? I have a gut feeling that Julian would be too scared and just cling to Harry the WHOLE TIME. ❤️
Trick-or-treating! The Styles family are all dressed up and hitting the streets to acquire as much candy as possible.
Simone is dressed up as Wednesday Addams, but specifically from that one scene from the school dance with the ruffle dress; Collette chose to be a scarecrow, complete with detailed makeup done by Y/n and assistance from Simone; Julian and Maeve usually go as a duo costume, but Maeve wanted to be a clown and Julian wasn't having it, so he goes as Prince Eric; Geneva is a little bat and little Natalia is dressed as a chick.
Harry and Y/n don't normally go all out for Halloween, mostly because they're hard at work trying to wrangle six different costumes together, some of which change because someone decides they want to be someone/something else. But this year Simone and Collette insist on her parents dressing up. They go as Romeo and Juliet from the '96 version of the film. Julian insists that they don't wear anything too scary, of course.
They stick to their neighborhood, where everyone kind of knows who they are and aren't as inclined to bother them on their night out as a family. That doesn't stop Simone from running ahead when she sees a friend and joining them for a few houses while Harry and Y/n watch from a few paces back, though. Maeve keeps doing little dances as she walks to each house, convinced that's how clowns walk. She's pretty independent for her age and doesn't have a problem skipping up to a house with the rest of her siblings and other kids, but when a particularly scary house freaks JuJu out, she holds his hand the whole time.
Jules isn't as eager to walk up to a stranger for candy, but he warms up more and more as the night goes on. He pretty much has Harry's hand in a death grip the first few houses, overwhelmed by the kids in creepy costumes and the realistic Halloween decorations on people's front lawns. Harry takes it in stride, promising his son that it's all pretend.
The kids are still pretty young, so their trick-or-treating ends pretty early. Maybe Harry stays out a little later with Simone and Collette while Y/n heads home with the rest, an already asleep Natalia cuddled up in her arms.
And once everyone is home and fast asleep due to coming down from sugar highs, it's just Harry and Y/n. Y/n gets ready for bed while Harry watches TV with a pile of candy in front of him. When she sees all the wrappers surrounding him, she's like, "Really? Again?" because he does this every year, and every year one of their kids gets upset because their Halloween haul is lighter than they thought. But Harry's just like, "What? I took a little from everyone this year so no one would get mad."
Y/n is exasperated but not surprised because Halloween is really the only time her husband indulges in eating candy bars. But she can't help but indulge in some fun of her own because tonight is usually a night where the kids stay asleep and don't crawl into their bed.
So she drops the robe she's been in, revealing a little lingerie underneath, and Harry is quick to shove all the little chocolate wrappers away, his eyes taking all of his wife in and is just like, "This all for me, Mama?"
And because she can't help but be a little silly, she adds some ears to the top of her head and when Harry looks at her confused she says, "I'm a mouse, duh." And he just throws his head back and laughs and pulls her over to him.
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killmongerskeepermain · 8 months
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Ghostface!Shuriri Headcanons
Surprise! Surprise! I got some headcanons for Ghostface!Shuriri for yall. Also I recreated a tag list so in case yall want to be tagged in anything, go ahead and fill out this form right here. ---> Taglist Form
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Normal Lives
●👻● Outside her ghostface persona Riri is the perfect student. Still in college. 
●👻● Top of her class(of course), shows up on time, takes perfect notes, turns in work before the deadline, you name it. 
●👻● She doesn't mind doing work for her classmates. You want her to do your homework for you? It'll cost ya. (Her prices ain't cheap.)
●👻● Straight sneakerhead. Will make sure every outfit is tied together by the shoe.
●👻● Loves to go clubbing. Usually ends up with her finding a girl for her and Shuri for fuck around with if they're bored.
●👻● Despite her usually sticking to herself, no one truly has a problem with her. (If they do, RIP.)
●👻● Will talk her shit. Super sassy. Doesn't matter who you are or where ya live. Her slick mouth usually gets her in trouble. But ain't nobody gone jump with her partner a couple feet behind her.
●👻● Speaking of the partner, Shuri is the one who stays out of the limelight. 
●👻● She got away from Wakanda after T'Challa's passing. She believed he could be saved but that no one was trying hard enough. She dropped her duties as princess and went completely off the grid.
●👻● She spends most of her time in the lab under the house. Making new weapons, traps, home defenses. (She's still one of the smartest people on earth.) 
●👻● Also a sneakerhead. She's the one who likes to match shoes on a date.
●👻● Only goes clubbing so she doesn't have to hear Riri beg over and over again. 
●👻● Riri may be sassy but Shuri is MEAN. She does not give two fucks if she hurts your feelings. If you can't handle what she has to say then don't even look in her direction. 
●👻● If Riri has a problem with someone, so does Shuri. They're a package deal at this point. But if you're cool then you shouldn't have to worry about anything happening to you.
👻👻 "You know you was supposed to cash app me yesterday." Riri held a look of annoyance on her face as the football player fidgeted with his jacket. "Ah shit I forgot, $600 right?" She gave a small grin as she shook her head. "Nah, that was yesterday's price. It doubled since you forgot." His face fell and he bent down to mumble so his friends wouldn't hear. "$1200 is a little much don't you think?"
"Bet you won't forget again. I don't do this shit for free." She spat and he clenched his jaw. "What, are you gonna hit me pretty boy?" He steps closer to her before his eyes locked with another pair of brown orbs. "Is there a problem?" He quickly shook his head and sent Riri the money he owed before heading back to his friends. "I had it." The shorter girl grinned as she placed a kiss on Shuri's cheek. 
"Of course you did."
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Behind The Mask
●👻● They don't just go around killing people for the hell of it. Their victims are usually people who did wrong by them or just don't deserve to live out their lives. Doing the world a favor.
●👻● Shuri uses a hunting knife with a sleek edge while Riri uses one with a ridged blade. 
●👻● Shuri is better when it comes to speed. She was training with her brother when he was alive. So if you manage to get away from Riri, you're not getting away from her. Loves the chase. Don't run. It only makes it more fun for her. "I love when they run."
●👻● Riri loves to play with their victims. Turns any chase into a game of cat and mouse. She also excels when it comes to stealth. She's the one who sneaks up on you when you're not looking. Can disappear in the blink of an eye. "Eyes on me ma."
●👻● Riri almost never has a messy kill. One clean cut is all it takes, hence her weapon of choice. Shuri on the other hand usually has some pent up aggression that she lets out during a kill. Not too much blood but just enough.
●👻● Won't let you see them in action. The only time was when you first met. But never again. The two agreed to keep everything ghostface related away from you. No matter how many times you ask. 
●👻● They did allow you to see them behind their ghostface personas only one time. The three of you drove to an abandoned building to show you how they hunt after endless begging. They even gave you a head start to run and hide. They made a bet on who would find you first with the loser making dinner. It didn't take long for Shuri to find you and to this day you and Riri wondered how she did it. 
👻👻 The only sound you heard was your own footsteps on the hard floor as you tried to be sneaky and find a good hiding spot. The building was long abandoned but still stood strong for a quick game of hide and seek. The two women gave you 10 minutes to hide and you had to admit your heart was racing. Quick, you say as you notice the cloak disappearing around the corner. You ducked under a nearby desk as one of them dragged into the room. You had a feeling it was Riri with how quiet they were. Even though they weren't going to hurt you, the thrill of it all sent jolts through your bones. When she left the room you took off down the hall with a wide grin. Time was almost up. Just before you could reach the doorway, a gloved hand grabbed your waist and you squealed. Looking up you saw Shuri take off her mask with a smirk. "How did you…..where did you come from!"
"What's the matter mamas? You look like you've seen a ghost."
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When It Comes To You
●👻●Shuri is somewhat touch starved. So anytime you hug her from behind or snuggle up to her it makes her heart flutter. She eats it up.
●👻● Riri on the other hand loves having her hands on you. Whether it's holding your hand, grabbing your waist, or having you in her lap. 
●👻● They never let you go somewhere alone. If Riri can't be with you, Shuri is going and vice versa.
●👻● Riri is really big on PDA. Loves leaving small kisses and hickeys everywhere. Especially when someone hits on you while she's there. Shuri isn't into PDA like that but will not hesitate to pull you into a sloppy kiss if someone is bothering you. If it makes the other guy uncomfortable then it was worth it. 
●👻● Shuri gets jealous easily when it comes to you and Riri. That's where that sloppy kiss comes into play. And when you blush and hide your face in her neck, she's glaring at whoever is trying to shoot their shot. Also super territorial.
●👻● When you're alone they love to shower you in affection. Shuri loves running her fingers through your hair while Riri leaves trails of kisses along your shoulder. CUDDLE PUDDLE!
●👻● They will pamper you every chance they get when you're all together. Hugs? Kisses? Cuddles? Sex? They'll take care of you and all your needs. They will give you everything and anything you ask for.
●👻● Shuri teaches you and Riri Xhosa. You've learned that catching her off guard when switching languages flips a switch in her head. 
●👻● You're untouchable. No one in their right mind is going to lay a finger on you without lethal consequences. You want someone taken care of? Just say the word and they're gone.
●👻● They will not under any circumstances let you tag along for a kill. They would never put you through witnessing something as vile as them killing someone. Never again.
●👻● You definitely play with the voice changer. They have different ones but at this point you know who is who when they try to freak you out. 
👻👻 You tiptoed around the house trying to find your two girlfriend's with the small box in your hand. You found them on the couch watching Friday the 13th and grinned at the sight. Riri was lying under Shuri who had her arm over the girl's shoulder. You brought the box up to your lips and clicked the button. "Cuddling without me? How disrespectful." The two looked back at you before their laughter filled the room. "Girl, put that shit down and get over here." You sat down the voice changer and moved to lay your head down in Shuri's lap and your legs on Riri's. Though of course she couldn't keep her hands to herself and ended up between them. 🤭
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Rook or Crewel (or even Vil idk) keeping beastmen reader captive is one of my absolute weaknesses orz and that post about Rook with bunn/mouse beastmen reader just absbsnsb
Hmmmm would Rook keep them tied up or caged until they're thoroughly broken and obedient? Or would he want to keep them to be rebellious enough to be a fun piece of prey to hunt (with a fun reward for him at the end of course)
Crewel would definitely collar his dearest pet - and thoroughly breed them too,,,, abdbshhs I love this man but alas the migraine waits for nobody (writing more will hurt rip lmao)
Vil keeps you like you’re his very own trophy pet. No matter how unruly or disobedient you may be, he’s determined to train you into something obedient, elegant, and worth showing off. His regimen for you is strict, but he promises to reward you for a job well done each time you follow his rules. It doesn’t matter what species of beastfolk you are; he still expects you to be a portrait of elegance by the time he’s done training you.
Rook likes your disobedient spirit. He almost wants you to fight and resist. It’s far more exciting than compliance. I like to think Rook might purposely give you opportunities to escape (and feign ignorance) just so he has the chance to hunt you down. Whether your species is prey or predator, he’s guaranteed to catch you each time. Sometimes you think he plans ahead for these things, such as giving you an escape opportunity right when you’re on the cusp of your heat or rut so your attempt is compromised.
Crewel… omg imagine him with a cat beastfolk darling. You’re intended to be his house cat. Though he’s not much of a cat person, there’s something about you that he just adores. He’ll dress you in the nicest outfits and prettiest collars, and if you’re good enough he might let you eat at the table with him. Crewel may be adept at training dogs, but that doesn’t mean he won’t adapt his methods to train you into a sweet, docile kitty who won’t scratch him bloody each time he tries to get near you. Also, he definitely breeds you when you’re in heat. You’ll look so cute with a full tummy. <3
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